Hushed Willows Ironborn.

When it became crystal clear that the stranger didn't seem interested in his introduction, Sundance gritted his teeth. You fool, he mused, silver ears splaying atop his crown and posture slackening as the ironborn prowled forward, you damn fool.

Alabaster paws carried him backward a few strides, so eager he was to create greater distance while the rogue moved to close it. Involuntarily, his guard hairs bristled defensively and from his throat came a strained whine, an apology as he prepared to retreat to the safety of the willows - an expression he knew was likely to fall on unwilling ears.