Hoshor Plains Roadrunner

Raccoon? An insult!

He mocked her strength, surely, and much as it beckoned her to give him a quick snap, she was not the impulsive type.

She was far more methodical than that. She bit her tongue. To call for reinforcements would've been wise, and yet she was too tempted by curiosity to make the decision.

Border's the other way... N' you don't exactly look like you're starving, which means you've got no need to trespass. Find somewhere else to wander, before the muscle gets here. She does him the courtesy of a warning, though her hackles are no longer raised, and her teeth less inclined to tear, she keeps a threat on her tongue and in her tone.