Silver Moraine I have seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you

Fuck off!

It was Dusty Rose! Foxglove's ears perked as she took off toward him, skidding to a halt beneath him where he stood against the noisy, shadowy figures. She was starting to understand in some instinctive way that she was in danger — that they were both in danger.

FUCKOFF! She echoed, attempting to make herself larger as Dusty Rose had done. Foxglove didn't dare step out from beneath him, but she did her best to imitate his hissing. She added in a few of her own barks for good measure; she was much better at those.

The arrival of another of her own kind slipped entirely past her. It wasn't as if she could do much about it either way.