Mal snapped around, a little unsteadily and let out a low growl. Lou was her friend, but it was still unwise to anger the personal-bubble-fairies. Her growl deepend and she squared her shoulders. The tiny hunterheart trying to make herself look as threatening as possible as she glared daggers over his shoulder at the rangy mongrel looming behind him. "Yes," she said, distractedly, taking the measure of her opponent, her body language making clear she had no intention of just rolling over for this newcomer to the 'pack'. "...I have been eating my Weetabix."
She blinked, her mental gears engaging to replace the neutral, instinctive canine behaviour. She looked quizzically at the pretty thing on Lou's arm for a moment, before jabbing at him with her elbow. "You sly dog." she said, her miserable demeanour not quite up to delivering the line with the amount of jocularity it deserved. "You don't deserve that!" she leaned in to address Mary directly; "...is this man bothering you?" she asked, and almost managed a grin when she said it.
Because that was the sort of thing friends did...
Right?