walk with every stranger

You know that sound that pissed cats made? That was the sound Farrym made - low and long as he stared with the ultimate look of kitty hatred. It was, of course, more intimidating and scary than any look a wolf could give; he was a cat, after all, and had long perfected such arts of hatred and anger. "It was my prey first," he hissed, glaring.

it was thenLillianna intervened, looking between the taller wolf and her cat. "Wait - what's going on here? Farrym?" she paused a second, trying to recall the other's name. "Arkay?"