A hell of a bluff

When his staring failed to unsettle her, those clenched teeth relaxed, a ghost of a grin passing the corners of his lips before it was gone again, a blink and a shake of his fur chasing away the tension from his shoulders and spine. Bringing himself to a seat he tipped his chin back, the tips of his ears flicking up with the movement, almost making him look... a little more wolfish.

He rolled her words over in his head for a minute, letting his gaze drift across the water towards home. "If you're Identification why do you need mine?" He thought he was very clever for a young pup, the thump of his tail betraying the joke even if it didn't show on his face. "I'm Corsair," He offered in place of an apology. "from the Raider's." If the commotion behind them was anything to go by, she'd probably expect trouble, better to give her a heads up before anything got out of hand.

"speech"