Stone Circle Restless feet

"AYE!" He puffed up like a bloated pufferfish, flaring his fur out in waves and spikes. "Mind your business!"

She got closer, closed, until he was backing up, and backing up. Her breath felt too close when he all about fell on his ass. Her face was nothing to him. Foreign, gone and lost in many; he'd seen plenty, and she was not upon the list of ones he appeared to recall.

Flaring his nostrils, a rough chuff came out and he snorted up in disbelief. Bruised, battered. Yes, blood. Yes, wounds that ran deep and scabbed grossly over. His head whipped away, eyes narrowed and body soon still. She should have heard enough about him by now to stay out of his way.