Leaving Ice and Angier at his back, Borden turned to Follko who had almost graciously bowed down at the first sight of Borden's glare. With his black-tipped tail lifted high above his back and his ears pointed forward in accusation, gestured to the man that it would be best if he followed. The further they were away from Ice and Angier, the better. One short, almost clipped bark wordlessly purveyed his impatience and shortly after, he was off, trudging through the snow.
He cast a glance over his shoulder to make sure Follko had followed and once some distance had been acquired, he rounded on the dark-pelted brute with a growl. His muzzle lifted up with a silent display of teeth and a glare so fierce that he might have done one of several things if looks could kill. "What are you doing here?!" he bellowed, turning to face him. He tried to gauge the expressions on Follko's face, but the words fled from his lips before he could even think them through. "WHY WERE YOU FOLLOWING US?"
The fur about his shoulders rose up in terrible spike-like tufts and his tail swayed about above his rump. Regardless of whether Follko had taken a few seconds or several minutes to answer, Borden demanded for a swift answer with an intimidating click of his jaws.