Tryan-Creature
ooc: Have a good night!
bic: Tryan jumped back with a snort of surprise, but she was fast and already on her way out. He pawed at his nose as if he'd gotten something irritating on his nose, and glared after her. There were too many other-things here, and most of them weren't afraid of him. On the one hand, it made it easy to get food, but he was really becoming irritated. He wasn't used to all the contact. Everyone seemed to want to touch him. Feeling irritable and antsy, he rolled over onto his back and squirmed around, as if trying to rub something off his coat and generally making a mess of his fur and feathers.
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He stopped abruptly mid-squirm, and scrambled back to his feet, hackles raised, to face the source of all the noise, which
obviously had to be a threat.