[The edges of his jowls curl just a little, but upon seeing the shuffle backwards, his maw closes at least. It's not important enough to charge. Yet. Good sign's pretty hollow, actually.
He regards him with something mostly irritably dismissive tinged with the barest of interest. That little yap merely begets a silent rumble in his neck and he lowers his head again, the twin spires of horns crowning his head gleaming like blades in the sunlight. Not taking his eyes off him, he crosses one front leg over the other at the “wrists,” claws resting absently on the stone. For all intents and purposes, it's a pure body language of: Get lost.
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He regards him with something mostly irritably dismissive tinged with the barest of interest. That little yap merely begets a silent rumble in his neck and he lowers his head again, the twin spires of horns crowning his head gleaming like blades in the sunlight. Not taking his eyes off him, he crosses one front leg over the other at the “wrists,” claws resting absently on the stone. For all intents and purposes, it's a pure body language of: Get lost.
Sulky wants to sulk.]