Sea Lion Shores dragonfly, doesn't matter

The mix was no longer intimidated by this beauty as she kept talking. She was one of the most svelte females she'd seen, but her admiration for the fire had begun to burn out, turning into a warm coal of irritation. As the female had her back turned, her face went deadpan, her ears twitching in agitation.
She bit the inside of her mouth to keep from spouting off a few curse words in Spanish. She was very protective of her mother and her reputation, especially since... Taking a deep breath, she twitched her tail and spoke, her voice level. My mother, a coyote, did not run out of milk. And I was the runt of the litter. Now, I assume you do not want these seals...am I right? Now, if you'll excuse me. Turning tail, her dainty paws hit the ground as she trotted off towards the direction she came.