"At Dorrin and Finn's cackling and loud bantering, Watcher's cat-like ears pin back against his head in a silent show of disapproval and displeasure. Not for the first time, he wished his companions shared his preferences for silent traveling. If they had taken the effort they put into their noisy, troublesome joking and instead used it to gain more ground, no doubt they would've reached the next town by now. Instead they're still on the forest trail, and he's seething from his position of leader of the pack." "His tail lashes angrily, and he jerks when he feels it brush against something - a body. user has approached him quietly, and he steps away to create distance, his eyes narrowed as he asks, sharply," "Not joining in with the buffoonery?"