Kintla Flatlands old and merry tune

The male was volatile, angry, and the girl's carefully crafted facade crumbled. She was a prideful creature, and the male's outburst had her serene beauty fracture, lips curling back to reveal fangs bared in anger. "vlákas" She spat, the curse bitter on her tongue. She'd learned little of her father's language, but enough to know how best to curse another. 

 "did you?" She retorted, prideful anger rising still. Tail lashed once behind her; this was foolish, whispered the logical part of her. And yet the part that screamed fight me was louder still, and she matched his gaze steadily.