Bearfury narrowed his reddish amber eyes, tail tip flicking as he studied you. His flat muzzle gave his expression a permanent scowl, though his tone was steady when he spoke.

“…You’re in ShadowClan’s territory. State your business, quickly. I don’t have patience for wandering paws.”

His claws flexed against the ground, but his gaze lingered, sharp and unblinking, as if memorizing every move you made.