Blackfoot Forest make it up as you go

Rory relaxed, just a bit, when he realized that the big goat-man was just confused and not actually insulting him. He wiggled a little self consciously at the mention of his tail, ears flattening. He began doing a little prancing-in-place dance as the wolf continued, a fierce pout on his face. "Still though! That's not nice!"

The behemoth wasn't as offended by his remark it seemed, and Rory was slowly relaxing. He gave a wet sort of sniff, bending to rub his bloody nose off on his leg without seeming to notice the way it dripped. He valiantly tried to maintain his haughty expression, though a grin couldn't be repressed. "Not your belly! You've got a fat head. Like a goat," He proclaimed, and mimed butting his head up against something. He fumbled over one paw though, awkwardly tumbling into a furry brown heap at the wolf's feet.