Hushed Willows little fish, little fish

The she dog came towards him, with whisper, dainty paws. She grew nearer and nearer, her voice like a wind song, breezy and melodious. As she continued closer Reyson let out one brief growl, but his was a deep growl, he always growled deep from his chest.

I don't much appreciate strange snoot in my face.

He wasn't threatened, didn't feel threatened in the least. But this dog barely knew him and he didn't much like having anyone in his face. It chafed. His tail was held rigid, his body tight. He wouldn't attack outright, but it was clear by his stance, he was rather bothered by their close proximity.