Scrambles stopped and stared at Freckles. Then, in the middle of the confrontation he discovered an itchy part of his back and took a moment to bite at it. (We’ve noticed he does one of two things when he is nervous – either he runs to his food and chews loudly or he scratches his back.) In doing so he had to turn his head away from Freckles. She remained in an alert position, looking slightly confused yet ready to jump at him if he came any closer.
I wondered if I should get involved, but Freckles seemed to have the situation well in hand. This was her fight to claim her territory. I’d let her handle it (unless it got out of hand.)