Sun Mote Copse close your eyes, you’ll leave this dream

Bronco's attention drifted from the male's mealy face to the ground, where he kneaded the ground, flexing and lifting his paws the way a cat might upon stepping onto a comfortable bed...But this wasn't a sign of comfrt, this was an anxiety-ridden tick, and Bronco sensed the male's discomfort immediately. He lowered his head and narrowed his gaze as the fur at the back of his neck bristled. A few wrinkles appeared along the bridge of his nose, though he avoided baring his teeth by clenching his jaws together and forcing himself to remain stationary. He couldn't force a calm upon himself, but he could at least hold his ground. 

The male snapped out of his trance and sputtered out his name with a sudden jerk that caused Bronco to flinch and bare his teeth reflexively, his he calmed himself, and flicked his tongue across his lips a couple times, trying still to relieve the pressure this strange male was creating with his odd behaviors. Thankfully, he turned to go, and Bronco snorted. "Good riddance," He called out, albeit somewhat snarkily. He didn't leave- and didn't even move. Bronco would hold his ground until the male was well out of sight.