Hushed Willows misty eye of the mountain

The hostility she holds is obvious and his body instinctively shifts to a firmer stance. Her attempt at dominance brings his own posture up tight and he raises himself like the leader and warrior her once was, eyeing her fiercely. He wouldn't attack, or even make any gesture of agression unless she did, but his meeting her posture was a very clear message- Don't fuck with me. 
"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. I'm Memory. Idiotic name, I know...thank my mother." He rolled his eyes, trying to diffuse the situation.
Aware that she was sizing him up, he did the same. She was bigger, and obviously used to being obeyed. But he knew enough of fighting techniques to know that if she did move to attack, he would defend himself.