Sea Lion Shores and like the sky my soul is also turning

Her rueful glare altered into one of the darkest umbrage as he turned away to leave her. Ruffled and clearly upset by his sudden interest in departing from her company, the coywolf remained bitterly silent. This stranger, a wolf she scarcely knew, had hurt her fragile feelings and she was not sure if it was intentional or not.

A cowl of simmering darkness seemed to swirl about her distorted muzzle as he spoke -- her concentration broken as he basically admitted he was there to serve them. And by proxy, her. By her expression it was clear she knew this -- she listened keenly as he spoke but made no motion to speak.

On a day where she was feeling more devious she would have abused him greatly and tried his patience until it broke. But today, she was feeling incredibly offended he had made to leave her mid-conversation. This was a glaring slight she could not overlook; and unless he had plans to stay and make amends she had no interest in communicating with him further.