Great Bear Wilderness Out of the frying pan

As soon as the boy started to speak, his eyes trailing across her shortened tail idly, Basilie knew what to expect. Her eyes began to narrow even before he reached the conclusion of his thought; then, when the actual word came out, so did her teeth. With a raise of her lip and a sudden snap of her jaws, Basilie's face was abruptly too close to the pale boy's own. A small rumble emanated from her chest that cut off any further conversation from him.

And then her face became impassive. Her teeth abruptly hidden, but the hostility in her gaze - that imperious stare held by so many warriors - set itself upon her face. While at first she had only been fooling around, now his words had begun to actually affect her. Careful, El, or you'll go down in history with a far more gruesome nickname.