yip snarl

Ara ventured to the stone steppe frequently. She enjoyed the rocky territory, and jumping across the fallen stones with relative ease now. She even had a little knock in a chipped off space a few jumps up, where she stored the occasional shiny thing that interested her.

She was making her way up there when sudden noise broke the peaceful quiet. Yipping and snapping and snarling as a group of mangy dogs shoot across the field towards the stones and circled around her perch. She paused, balancing precariously on her stone as she looked down at them.

If she leaped down to face them, they would be on her before she could find her balance. She wanted to take them on, but not in a way that gave them the full upperhand. She curled back her muzzle, snarling threateningly at the yipping dogs.

"Naráca Mendacium"