Malborn, suddenly regressing back to his animalistic tribal think, hisses and growls. This does the exact opposite of what he wanted it to do. “Aww! Someone’s mad.” Savannah is unaware just how ‘dangerous’ the tiny ball of rage and anger in her arms is. “Fae-Fae, should I drop this one off at your place so you can ‘domesticate’ him? I think he’s going wild.”
(I have a headcanon that Bosmer, like Khajiit, make all sorts of noises. They purr when happy, hiss when mad, chirrup and squeak when they want your attention. The civilized ones like Faendal can hold it off for a while but the ones who are born and raised in a tribal village will make noises right off the bat. It’s adorable, really.)