Mudminnow River obscura

His vision met hers—a collision of red against blue—and never quite left. Even when the man, Holland, introduced himself, did he do no more than allow a single ear to twitch.
 
Arbiter.
 
Cool.
 
He literally didn’t fucking ask, or care.
 
And while she—and to a certain extent, Holland—had been more than happy to give their names, Daighre wasn’t.
 
‘Do you have a problem?’
 
He huffed. Snorted. Bristled at being addressed.
 
“No.” He sneered, head tilted back and chin defiant as he stared down from the bridge of his muzzle.