“Watch it, punk!” Abby snarls, teeth bared as your shoulder just barely skims her own. Setting her social awareness, and hostility, on an all time high. Her tail lashes, ears pinned flat as she squares her shoulder. Just about ready to attack an innocent bypasser.

She’s always been a bit too balsy for her own good.

“Ugh— look at what you did! Scuffed up my fuckin’ shirt.” you swear you can see her hackles raise, the beings in her neck tightening up so much you thought they’d pop.

She really needs to take a chill pill.

“You’re gonna pay for this.”

Like, now.