Cerulean Cape High maintenance means you're a gluttonous queen, narcissistic and mean

He retreated, but not before spitting vitriol over the space between them. Wylla pressed back her ears and bared her fangs, declaring that he, "best watch yours first," before returning diligently to the seal's side. Ignorant braggart. She'd done more damage to him, who was he to throw threats? He was just a loser. She lapped blood from her lips as he presumably headed back to the shithole he'd crawled out of. This time it was her own blood; the wounds on her snout were deeper than she first realized and as adrenaline slowly faded, pain soon took root. She remained by the seal for only a few minutes longer before the sting in her face spoiled her mood entirely and sent her packing for Grimnismal with a chunk of seal blubber in her jaws and a seething expression.