Grouse Thicket Fool and King, Ghoul and Goose

Tywyll's fear instantly evaporated when the weird long thing turned and stared at him, looking disappointed. For some reason the fact that a small long noodly creature had the guts to look disappointed with his appearance pissed him off royally. Then when it spoke, he took the words as threats and stood up immediately his own face falling into a very angry scowl. "Then how's this?" he asked and bared his sharp little baby fangs and gave his first real aggressive snarl, snapping his jaws in the most predatory way he could. Then he stood there bristling, eyes focused on the small thing that had dared to sit there and eat like he wasn't threatening enough to be paid attention to. 

Snapping, he jumped forward and yanked the bird away dragging it backwards and dropping it. "You're the one who looks like prey, just cuz you can kill some birds doesn't mean nothin!" he taunted. He was seriously a stupid and cautionless boy.