Sun Mote Copse stranger things have happened, i know

Sharp and dangerous, indeed. She kept to her feet, head tilted slightly at the snarl upon his features, the strange word he used. A wry half-smile pulled at her own expression as he returned her observation as if it were insulting. His claim was of more interest to her, but the undertone to his words forced her attention there first.
As you should, She agreed mildly, flicking an ear and casting a pointed glance over his lifted hackles. No part of her desired a fight; she was prepared to flee at any moment, finding exception in her pride when it came to obvious madmen. It wasn't an insult, you know.
Curious, she could not resist questioning, half-expecting an answer in the form of piercing teeth. Your birthright?