Hushed Willows it's just be-bopulation

Tybault remained tense, unmoved by the deference in the coywolf's posture. The possessive gesture, too, went ignored. He was all steely silence — until the man addressed him with a question. Tybault snorted.

What's that? His voice was level when he spoke, betraying none of the hostility written into his posture. This man was one of Reverie's wolves, and Tybault had not forgotten his place here. He'd give him a fair chance to back off.