Gyrfalcon's Keep [m]The More The Merrier, Right?

She was shocked, confused toward his actions. Pulling himself back a step, he lifted his chin. Of course, now he was forced to tilt his muzzle down to see her clearly, which was a pain. But it would be what it would be. 

Why? He croaked out in a low, raspy baritone. Why would she ask such a thing? Wasn't this normal. 

Is this not the norm? Through his years, he'd always followed the more feral customs, taking to caution when around others. He hardly ever spoke, hence relying on his senses for communication. I meant nothing ill by it, He assures, his tone taking on a slightly hard edge. His walls were building again, and they were climbing high.