Cerulean Cape I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

The coastal she-wolf was keen on helping,  but he clearly wasn't compliant on following along -- just more insults. She pouted and narrowed her seaglass eyes, puffing out a sharp scoff in response before speaking up again. "Know what? I don't know why I bother either, seeing you wanted to lay in sand and swallow seawater...." Aimi shot back while looking up at them. Helping someone that didn't want help was a waste of time, and if she stayed any longer to argue about it, the otter was gonna blow her lid.

He wanted to know where he was? Why not? "This place called sequoia coast, happy?" The sandy femora drawled sarcastically, leaning her head towards him with a fake smile, which was soon to turn back into a frown at her next words: "Now piss off, Ren-dick." Ah, the nickname sounded perfect for him!

And with that, the fuming otter would turn away to leave the larger male to his own devices, tail lashing furiously behind her while she cursed under her breath.