Sea Lion Shores please don't tell

"Why shouldn't I, to a strange male in my hunting grounds, who does not seem to desire to join either groups, but only to take what is ours?" When she scoped the man he seemed like a warrior of sorts, though held an eeriness to him that she simply could not put her thoughts upon; regardless if he was a warrior or not, the factor was the man was getting more cocky then she enjoyed.

Slowly did the Sealord start to prowl in a circle toward him, as she answered his words with her own dull sword. Perhaps he was right on her anger, Umbra was not someone who could clash with words, she only knew the ways to fight and silence. But words are meaningless when they're dead.