The Sunspire Look at last on meadows green

To Mal she appeared to be particularly dense.  Yeah, of course it was a fake apology.  Though he was a stranger to many things, sarcasm was in his wheelhouse.  She really was just a child from her behavior.  She couldn't speak right, and seemed to have nothing between her ears.  Not impressed.  At all.  She might be big 

His patience was just about threadbare.  He had no fear or desire to back down from someone who couldn't really do anything to punish him long-term (in his eyes at least) and that would probably end badly in one way or another.  In fact, then she made the mistake of pushing forward again, he snapped.  Literally.  Without too much warning -- except the slow raise of the fur along his spine the longer this went on -- he lashed out to try and bite her on the face.  Basically anywhere on the face, because that was probably what was closest to him.  Mal wasn't holding back at all either, he had no reason not to do damage if given the chance to do so.

He was sort of hoping for the equivalent of smacking someone in the face (except potentially with more blood) to sort of stun them enough he could just dodge by and continue on his way.  He needed to get to his sister, dammit.