Sleepy Fox Hollow Must be the way you whisper.

Well, at least he wasn't dead with his head shoved in the mountainside. That would've been awkward to explain. Mou practically exploded out of the crevice, the picture of wolfish fury, and she danced back a few steps in the event he chose to react with his teeth next. She deserved it, but that didn't mean she would accept it. Whatever weird ghosts haunted Titmouse weren't her business; the only thing she cared about was that he was higher ranked than her and didn't deserve to be.

At least in her opinion. His was likely quite different, and rightly so. Chill, man, she said, lifting her head as if to say, yo, I'm your boss, calm yourself. I'm taking your rank though. Sound good? If only life could be so easy!