Wheeling Gull Isle guess i'm the blue, new blood

"Wha--I AM nice!" there Aimi goes, feeding into exactly what he wants; her anger. If she wasn't so hard-headed she would've noticed that he was purposefully poking the bear.

"I nice to people who deserve it, but you on other hand--" her head turned to look at him as he attempted to sidestep her. "--I will gladly tear new hole into!". He especially had some nerve trying to compare the girl to her older sister, Hua. She was nicer? The otter didn't doubt such a thing, but Aimi already knew she couldn't be what her sister was, nor her other siblings. She was miserable and explosive -- had been her entire life, and Renwick wasn't the first person to point this out and compare her behavior to others. It never changed anything in the end. 

Still, that didn't mean Aimi was completely oblivious to her actions....

The otter did and said shitty things from time to time -- and despite how angry Renwick made her, despite how angry the world made her in general -- it didn't mean she didn't feel terrible about the way things turned out on the beach that day.

And so she fell silent for a moment -- took a deep breath. Turned to look at his back for a moment, then turned to the ground again with a scowl, but with a certain softness in her eyes. "I sorry......about...earlier......" The words were faint and barely audible, but were there. If she wasn't so flustered right now about the fact that she was owning up to her mistakes, they would've been louder.

There you go Aimi, how difficult was that? An apology.