Ankyra Sound once you kill a cow, you gotta make a burger

The female spun around to face him, taking away any advantage he might have had by shadowing her. This didn't bother him much; it was the tone that was issued with her demand. For a moment, his skin pricked with the reminder of his pride. Were they on the bay, he would have snapped his fangs in reminder. She did not know him and she did not know what he was capable of. Instead, the titan created a smile that curled up the right half of his face and crinkled around his emotionless eye.

“Nothing,” he assured her in a gruff baritone, “I just didn't want to surprise you by coming any closer without you knowing.”

It felt as though that was a polite means of letting her know he hadn't intended the noise to be anything more than a courtesy. If the wind had favored him longer, he was certain that he could have darted to where she was and buried his fangs in her flesh without so much as a crunch of a leaf beneath his paw.

The tip of his tail wavered slightly before he glanced toward the woods around them.

“Do you live here?”