Otter Creek what is dead may never die

Airi had gotten no answer from the male, well, none that would satisfy her completely. Instead he turned around to snap at her, again asking her to go away. The feeling of air rushing in front of her face as the boy's jaws clamped shut triggered something in her. The girl's eyes went cold, her fangs baring indignantly before a roar echoed form her chest. Kono baka! Watashi ni fureru koto sae aete! She hissed before lunged forward to grasp the raven-pelted boy's muzzle, the object of her disgust.