Cerulean Cape if someone is talking about you behind your back, just fart

Raptor had his moments where he had a seemingly endless supply of wit. This was not one of those moments. His immediate response was not to fling some cagey remark back at her, but twitch his lips and crinkle his nose as he quarelled with himself and his inability to come up with a proper riposte. He couldn't — not when he was concentrating on putting up an aggressive front in lieu of betraying his guilt.

"No!" He finally blurted back. "But I can scrape the back of your throat with this bone!"

Oh, that was terrible.

He never meant it in a lewd way, but Raptor's mind took him there rather quickly, and now his expression shifted and flickered more as he stifled a laugh. The sable wolf set his jaw and ground his teeth, channeling his anger, trying to hold on to it. It was the only way he could spare himself. He flicked his ears forward, conjured up a threatening snarl and lowered his head, fangs bared and gleaming. The burnt umber of his eyes came alive like fire and his hackles rose like quills. He pressed down onto the rib as hard as he could.

"Let. Go."

He didn't have his wit to fight with but he still had his teeth.