Sleepy Fox Hollow Must be the way you whisper.

The figure shifted away from him as the tension swarmed, then stepped boldly closer, uttering something in a tone that was almost threatening to his ears. He took notice of their lifted chin and swagger, to which he naturally reacted: accustomed to being powerful within the woods (and old habits clung to him still) he countered her posture with defiance. A lift of the tail, rise of his own head, rigidity corrugating through his body as he closed in towards her. He would not let anyone take anything from him ever again - no rank, no home, no anything.