Phantom Hollow Let the Rain fall down and wake my dreams

Cocky bastard. 
Arrogant, destructive fool. 
They were all the same, that was obvious. 
She tucks herself inward, tail tightly covering her scent. She wants no part of his conquest. 
He jests, and she barely contains a roll of her eyes. 
"Not hardly. You aren't my type." She answers flatly. With the wound on her shoulder she was in no condition to fight- probably wouldn't last long against the boar of a man anyway. 
"I was merely wondering why a male," she says with a note of disgust in her voice, "Thought it fit for him to trample through sacred lands as though he owns them. Though I would expect nothing less than a brute like you."