Wapun Meadow I’m just a little moon running from the sunrise.

her dismissive attitude toward him enraged the boy, who considered himself a threat. he slid headlong into a run, tail flagged, teeth ready to chivvy her away like a rogue stallion.
however, his wariness of her scent kept his fangs clicking on the air in heavy warning first; he wasn't sure about the aura and wanted to stay clear of it. 
ancelin didn't really care that he was acting like a barbarian. the land was theirs, and if anyone from the valley was watching, he wanted to show them his expected baseline level of aggression for trespassers.