Stavanger Bay harsher times than these

A burst of vindictive pleasure surged through her as the male called after her, wanting. Mannoah took a few more steps before pausing, allowing herself a moment to gloat before looking over her shoulder with a half-lidded gaze.

Who, me? she seemed to say, but underneath her lids her eyes were sharp and narrow. She'd not understood the words spoken to her and was reacting only to the tone. Still, she did not presume herself all-knowing in these things, and checked the other thoroughly for signs of further aggression.

When she found none, Mannoah felt confident enough to further insult and dismiss the male. She turned her head away in a haughty display and gave a sharp but dainty growl.