Wapun Meadow New is always better

Beauty apparently did not go hand in hand with good manners. Once again Merlin's offer for a polite greeting on mutually comfortable terms was rebuffed. The lady was persistent in her approach and he recoiled from her, as if she was a poisonous snake, when her muzzle unceremonously dug through his fur.

He let out a low growl and bared his teeth slightly, as he took some steps backwards, shook his coat thoroughly and watched her in mild dislike.