Ouroboros Spine [Moose Herding Quest?]

This time, he had managed to be successful in getting them apart. With Sitri left to stir behind him, Ptarmigan hissed venom in his face. Mordecai dampened the growl that rumbled deep in him, slicking his ears back in mute deference to the raw power she exhibited. He knew that Ptarmigan was certainly a firecracker, but she could try and hold her own that much was for certain. For that, he stood ahead of her defensively, uncertain of the outcome. “Stop this,” he hissed to her, surprised at his own collective calm.

But as it were, his being a nuisance had brought their fighting to a stop. Behind him he heard Sitri's voice raise with resolve. Mordecai didn't dare turn away from Ptarmigan as close as she was to him, but turned an ear to hear his firm voice. This time, within the anger, the message from the scarred creature was very clear. The next thing he heard was the shuffle of his feet making haste away from them both, leaving him alone with the ire of the leader.