Qeya River thorn blood

The trespasser slammed into him, and  snapping bites made stars swim before Ksura’s eyes- and whatever adrenaline he’d been lacking before, it came to him now. He had to get through the pain, to forget the confusion, and to get this peace-disturber off their territory before eventually returning to the headache of heirarchy. 

He growled and snapped, and once the man was in motion Ksura lowered his head to snap at heels he hoped would wing the man away from their backlands. 
”Go away!” He shouted with a harsh growl.