Sea Lion Shores The primordial dogs of God

As he stammered and stuttered forward, further cementing her assumptions and accusation, Furiosa found herself touched by a completely smug sense of satisfaction. She didn't tend to be wrong, and was pleasantly surprised when she was, but that often did not trump the joy she got from simply being right. Though clearly the newly introduced Streiter was obviously sexually mature, he was naive— impressionable and perhaps a little desperate— enough to hesitantly approach such a veritably dangerous creature. He was either stupid, or had some mettle to his bones, and either way she would seek to take advantage. To possess him, as she possessed many things.

When he didn't immediately begin eating, her lip curled, chin tipping upwards in a commanding and disproving fashion. "Well, Streiter? My generosity not good enough for you?" she asked him coldly, her marred tail lashing. "Eat or begone!"