Cold Shoulder [Pesto]

Anger simmered in his stomach at ever word that was hurled from Pesto's lips and as she moved her paw to try patting him on his back his head whipped to the side and snapped at her. Seeking to pierce flesh but not gain a hold. He didn't want to be touched right now, least of all by such a spiteful little brat.

"How dare you." Harbringr snarled, his ears flipping back and his hackles raising. "You have no right to say such things. I don't know what crawled up your butt and died but you can take your ill mood elsewhere."