Bonesplinter Ravine She say she love me at dusk

His ears pressed back, cowering at her tone.
She turned in an instant. He could see the hate in her eyes, see how she meant harm in her posture. His lips curled up again, warning her against harming him. Even touching him would be an abomination. 

He rocked his weight backward, pressing his tail upward defiantly. He couldn't cower because some stranger didn't like his name.
"Why? I ain't doing nothing wrong."
The confusion easily ebbed into his voice. Who was she? Who in the Void did she think she was?
He wasn't trespassing, he knew that, and he sure as hell hadn't hurt anyone. What had offended the shouting woman so?
He took a cautionary glance to the side -- the direction nhe'd came -- hoping to see his Mother or sister. Or even his forsaken brother.