Lion Head Mesa silence is the unbearable repartee

He was ready this time. So when they moved for a forepaw, he shrunk away, snapping his teeth outward in defiance.

Ears fallen flat over his head, a small snarl escapes him. Slowly circling, he waits to see how they might act next. What part of him would they aim for? And all the while, he is looking for weaknesses of his own.