Hackles being raised.

Some of the people Lilla hangs out with have beliefs that, when those beliefs are expressed, pull me out of my torpor, make me raise my hackles, or worse. A conversation just a few minutes ago had me about ready to start hissing and growling at the guy. I even felt myself shift into a draconic form with green, vaguely porcupine-like quills, ready to attack if necessary. Some kinds of belief just feel like an attack to me.