Otatso Wetlands Do unto others as they've done to you

The young storm turned with a sharp glint of his gold gaze. 

I'm not a girl. 

Pointed and cold. Stormchaser did not understand what this was. He had never seen something like it. Closer to a wolf than a stag. But still... so far from being a wolf. It was - quite possibly - the most hideous thing he had ever seen in his young life. And he did not try to hide the curl of his lip in defense. 

What are you?