Whitewater Gorge The Old Tale-Teller

Nikan stared at the old male for a moment, noticing the way he'd bristled up before seeming to calm himself again. "An old one such as yourself should be careful not to fall in" was his only response, muttered with a sharp malicious edge despite the fake friendly smile he plastered across his maw. He wasn't having the best of times in this wilderness and elders who couldn't just own up and apologise didn't make it any better. Maybe he'd give this guy a few fresh scars on his new pelt. 

The thought made his fur begin to rise and immediately his haunches tensed up, ready to spring. A thought crossed his mind though and he frowned, standing up and placing himself between the man and the edge of the gorge. This way if he attacked they both wouldn't go flying into the rushing water below.