Blackfeather Woods kid hang over here, what're you learning in school?

the man's dark muzzle searched relmyna; she lifted her lips further than they had already been ruined, warning him of her willingness to meet his questing lips with her own teeth. yet, like all who met her, the odd brute was curious about the stone she carried. and yet relmyna did not wish to share it, not with so rude a creature who gave her no reprieve or space to rise. a small paw tucked the rock deliberately into the plush pale hairs of her breast; the evoker glared with stalwart irritation into the unsettling yellow of his too-close gaze. 
she needed no tongue to growl, but saw no current reason to do so; he would do well to remove himself from her space, or suffer the anger she had long held. that their sizes were distinctly mismatched was of no account to her.