Hackles being raised.

[svaenohr]

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.