Ravensblood Forest you walk in your shadow

A grumble builds in his throat—although he knows the subject’d been sensitive, one that likely pressed buttons that oughtn’t have been, Zephyr’s meek attitude is met with a slow peel of lips to display teeth.
Fight for it, he replies back, backstepping and bracing his posture. Tail tip twitching at his hocks, pale gold eyes challenging the silver.