Everyone marveled at the ring-tailed lemur's unique habit when they heard about it!
Using this strange posture, the ring-tailed lemur repeatedly rubbed its tail against its scent glands.
After a long bout of rubbing, it finally finished, standing its long tail erect like a Spartan donning a cape with a spear in hand, its diminutive frame radiating an aura of defiance.
Normally its tail was a curved question mark, but now it had become a straight flagpole, an unsheathed sword!
When it ran headlong into another lemur with its tail held high, their eyes instantly sharpened.
"Kid, you're quite arrogant! Do you not take me seriously?"
"Hmph, and you are some nameless nobody!"
"Let's see if you're still this tough after I defeat you!"
"Good, I was hoping you'd say that!"