Staring at the bottom of a bottle

The danger made him thrill with excitement as he moved stealthy step by step closer, but then the Demon Bear turned his eyes to catch him and spoke. Chaos squeaked in an undignified manner and jumped back, but quickly slammed his eyes shut. Demon Bears could hypnotize you with their gaze! You couldn't look in their eyes! Or wait, was that the Killer Raccoon? Just to be safe, he kept his eyes shut tightly, dark fur bristling along his back and neck. In the uncertain, murky light of the forest his coat wouldn't reflect as it usually did, instead appearing to be a perfectly ordinary ebony pelt - there was no mistaking the oddity of his teeth though, and he was quick to bare those teeth as he wrinkled his muzzle in a silent snarl despite the decidedly mismatched nature of his still-growing fangs. "I'm not a kid!" he declared hotly in return to the Demon Bear's words. "I'm big enough to take care of mythelf! I'm not thcared of no Demon Bearth!"