Sequoia Coast sucks to be an optimist in this listless dissolution

The world was swaying in and out of focus. It was severely fucking annoying, but the wolf's words, so throaty and blunt, were even more so. They felt mocking at best, pitying at worst. She snarled, although the sound turned weak and meek once it passed her uvula.

"Gho f'ck y'rself." The molossoid slurred, stumbling to the side, salt water going slish-slosh around her legs.

"I d'nt need y'r... y'r PITY." Thick drops of drool sprayed from her drooping lips. She tried to focus on the stranger, but it too was a dancing shape in her vision, like a mirage or a reflection in restless water.

Just then a wave of greater size crashed against her back, and the sting of salt in her wounds made her yelp, leap and run out onto the shore, whimpering.

Only once she was straining her neck to lick at the gashes upon her throat did she suddenly realize that she had an audience. Her cheeks grew hot with embarrassment - and she was already heated by fever - and that turned to a boiling anger. 

"What the FUCK are you lookin' at?!" This snarl was stronger, with more force, but still her head swayed in an uneven circle. Whatever meagre common sense the dog boasted before, fever had cauterized it.

do you wanna keep going or should be wrap this up :0