Wapun Meadow survival of the fittest

The edge to the stranger's voice grates against Zephyr like nails on a chalkboard, sending a faint shudder through him from disgust more than fear. He's never encountered this before, malice cloaked in soft buttery tones, but he's felt enough hostility in his life to feel it radiating from the man even before his final words. His lips peel back as the other draws closer, hackles spiking fully with the final words. A snarl is his only response, body going rigid as he prepares for an attack. He has no intentions of telling this lunatic anything, and he's certain that the response he does offer won't go over well.