Tattle tale

Sparrow heard another nearby, but they weren't coming at her with enough intent for it to matter. Eventually, it called out to her and Sparrow turned to meet the albino male. She gave him and his question a passive glance up and down before squaring up out of habit. She dug her paws into the ground, ready to move, but her body otherwise remained relaxed. "Not... right now," she admitted. "But if you have beef with them, feel free to try to go through me first." She let her face fall into a more practiced version of her once dopey and confident demeanor even if there was no real feeling behind it. "You got business with 'em?"