It was a quick exhale of amusement, not exactly a laugh but certainly something. He kept his gaze on him, distrustful of the stranger. However, confident  enough that he’d keep control over the situation. That he’d be able to guide the conversation however he wished.
He raised a brow, watching the toms fur bristle. “I’m not going to hurt you, moth. Lay your fur” he teased “that scared of me? You’d have as much chance as that rabbit” he reminded.

“Flint’Strike, just Flint works” he answered, pawing over some snow under his paw.
“So, you just have the need to check out every unfortunate Tom? Or am I something special for you?” He turned, circling around him like a shark would a piece of prey.
“If you’re that concerned, why don’t you look me over for injuries?” He stepped close, lingering in front of him with a sly smirk. His silver gaze slitted. His face in front of his, forcing eye contact.