Sleepy Fox Hollow Must be the way you whisper.

It was kind of a bluff, if Wylla was telling the truth. She didn't think Titmouse deserve to be above her in the hierarchy, but she also wasn't prepared for any kind of ritualized contest at the moment. If he had submitted easily, then she would've relished the easy victory, but since he chose to posture back, she lost interest quickly enough. Testing the waters, as it were, for when she did officially challenge his place in the pack.

Which would happen sooner or later, but for now, she smirked and stepped back. Not much in terms of submission, because she had no reason to respect this weirdo, but enough to take the edge off. Do you take everything so seriously? she wondered rhetorically. I mean, jeez, you're practically a corpse, what do you even care?