Firefly Glen you're burning up my mind

Charles hadn't even considered that anyone might be nearby as he stormed out of the den screaming and in a mood to tear up some shit. When someone suddenly shouted back at him he initially was torn from his own anger and he crouched low to the ground in a reflexive response. Quickly he recovered himself and stood upright. The coywolf was glad when he looked around that nobody was actually nearby; at least not in immediate seeing distance, so he was safe on the dumbass instant-submit-reaction.

Realising now that the shout hadn't been anything upset-sounding, Charles grinned and realised that this was now becoming a game sort of thing. He could sure use the distraction. I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU, YOU DUMB FUCK! Like his so far anonymous co-shouter, Charles' voice held no animosity and instead contained a good dose of humour and sarcasm. He could actually use a good-natured shouting match to get all of this... blech... out of his system.