I do not much care for this strange male. So I have decided I will herd him away with no second thought, after all it shouldn't be too hard. I take a few more steps his way, head tilted to one side. I'm sure he sees me as an object of desire as my old pack had, even if I am only three years old. Teal eyes stare at him frozenly, deep russet fur bristling more along my shoulders. I placed one tawny brindled foreleg in front of the other one in a defensive stance bordering on aggressive, cold teal eyes challenging him to do something about it. Who-ever he thinks he is, he isn't good enough for me. "Move." The fur openly bristles along my ruff and shoulders, my lips pulling up slightly to reveal slivers of my fangs.
I am not afraid of this stranger, and somehow he just rubs my fur the wrong way. I note that he's still blocking my way, and my tail lashes behind me once. He's easily within my striking reach if I decide that's the easiest way. "You males all think the same. But if you must know, it's Shiva." My words are aimed to cut him down just a little, to get him to understand I'm not into games. If he does not move soon I will force him to. I won't be underestimated.
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