I lost the old me that knew how to trust, crossed over coldly burned hope into dust

His ears went flat at the single word she said. "Me!?" What the hell had gotten her fur in a twist? He showed his teeth just a bit, eyes narrowed as he moved closer, making it clear that he was going to get his ass into that cave whether she liked it or not. "If you have a problem with me then why don't you do something about it?" He scoffed as he stopped just short of the entrance. All he wanted was to find shelter, and he wasn't about to turn around and find somewhere else. She smelled like a pack, so she should be the one to go somewhere else and let him take shelter in the cave! The nerve and audacity this woman had!

And while yes, she was pretty as fuck, there was no way in hell he was going to back down and let her push him around. He already had his mind made up. "I'm going into the cave. If you don't like it, leave, or else..." He growled. Was he in the mood for a fight? Not really. But would he if he had to? Obviously.