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

Fennec wasn't close enough yet to sort out who it was, but she was definitely close enough to catch the bark. The voice went without recognition and instead threw her immediately into defense mode. Someone needed a lesson in respecting a claim and she was more than happy to deliver that right now. Fennec's lips peeled back into a warning snarl and she let a deep growl rumble up in her chest as she stalked forward.

She wouldn't be able to get a run on them and take them off guard, but presenting an intimidating force was the next best thing. Her posture was thrusting and low-slung, tail stiff behind her, and she was clearly ready for a fight. She was well within sight before she actually parsed the sound she followed to the source for what it was; quiet laughter.

Her growl cut off and she stopped. Her ears pressed forward, not one hundred percent on the identity, but getting the slight sense that someone was having a laugh at making fake threats.