The Tangle step lightly, little fawn

She was not one whose feathers were easily ruffled. Most of the time. As he approached, she didn't even bother to look up. The telltale slight flick of her ears said it all; she knew he was there. What she did not expect was for this total stranger to so brazenly move into her space, demanding she get out of the way.

The bump and shift of his bulk so close onto the meager, now shared patch of grass was enough to jostle her focus. Her teeth missed their mark, incidentally shoving the sharp pebble deeper into the folds of her skin. Harder to reach more than ever. She winced at the discomfort. Still, she did not budge. The Northern female rumbled, her only warning.