"What did you call me?" The buck's voice was harsh, cutting, fierce. His eyes burned with just-subdued rage, the bitter product of years of nameless shame.
The other Totoma turned, shocked, and raised his brows. "You don't want to know," he responded cockily, a mean smirk twisting the corner of his mouth.
The nameless one growled, fuming with anger. His words were clipped, sharp -- but he asked again. "What. did. you. call. me?"
Cruel laughter glittered in the eyes of the other Totoma. "Coward," he hissed.
With a snort of anger, the nameless one stomped a cracked hoof and charged. He didn't have to ask again.