Whitefish River you're the truth that's breaking me and keeping me together

Riley tensed, too, his hackles rising to validate that Charles had reasons to be afraid of him. Instead of answering the question like a normal person, Riley instantly shot back the question, also validating that Charles' question had, in fact, been super dumb. Charles' large ears flattened against his skull and he licked his lips in a subconscious gesture of submission. He didn't want to be that way at all. He didn't want to lay down and be walked all over whenever someone didn't like the way he talked or looked. But it just happened. His hackles raised, too, as he tried to fight his instincts to instantly submit and apologise.

Fighting his body and instincts with tooth and nail, Charles raised his tail a little in a defiant gesture. I live near here, he said, his voice echoing the rebellious what of it? look on his face. Riley could hurt him, could beat him, but he couldn't make him un-live near here.