Blacktail Deer Plateau curves like a Bugatti --

She flinched when he took notice of her. Quelling the urge to retreat into her burrow, Harps instead emerged from the den's small mouth. She shook out her coat and lowered herself as she suddenly remembered his role in the earlier altercation. Between that and the behavior she'd just observed, Harps dearly didn't want to cross him.

"I was just resting when I heard..." Her eyes flicked to his face, then down again, knowing she didn't have to complete her sentence. Surely he was aware of the racket he'd made.