A hell of a bluff

A scowl might have crossed his face if he was like the other kids, instead the stranger's question was met with an intense stare, a stillness overcoming the boy as he weighed her up, tried to unnerve her, in a way that was more natural to him than breathing. Ears turned over at the tips, betraying that he had a bit of dog about him, though you wouldn't be able to tell from his towering height (for one his age). It was the fur that gave him away, the mane and the stare. Oversize paws flexed and relaxed, no sound offered in response. Clenched teeth were offered in what wasn't quite a grin when she asked his name, but he didn't deign an answer. Just that constant, intense stare.

"speech"