Sea Lion Shores please don't tell

There was two types of wolves she hated in this world; flirts, and smartasses. Both had personalities that simply irritated her very soul and both tended to be difficult to deal with. She never understood the need to flirt with others, finding it was no use when it came to so, as in the end if were to hook up with a random, there was no loyalty in there actions. They would abandon their lovers, and their sweet-talking words were nothing in the end. She found those of the type weak in the end.

Then there was those who used more words then the brawns she was used to. Rather then being irritated at their tone and way of speech, she was moreso at the factor they side-stepped her words despite clearly knowing what she meant. When the man spoke of so, her fur clearly bristled as she pulled back her lips in an aggressive matter.

"Dead mans words," the Sealord hissed through her teeth, "choose your next words wisely."