Redhawk Caldera [M] Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

He'd been walking with his head down, and sniffing at the scents that wove their way through the packlands when an authoritative voice barked loudly at him, causing him to shy a few steps sideways. At first, he didn't recognize the tone as he'd been so surprised to be greeted in such a way, and because the tone was obscured by what was obviously a defense tactic. But he recognized it, soon enough, and cast his glance around. Wondering if he might have the same effect on Fennec- who was still out of sight- he waited silently for a few moments, and then returned the gesture. 

He pulled in a deep breath, and in as offensive a tone as he could manage, he barked back, a hint of a growl curling along the final edges of the sound he made though...He had to squeeze the sound short as he had for hold his breath to keep himself from laughing out loud. He never made noises like that- nothing so harsh and abrasive, so that it sounded absolutely, completely ridiculous to think of someone like him making a noise like that. After a few seconds, it was impossible for him to hold his breath any longer, and he began to snicker and snort with laughter.