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

You sound like you tried to swallow a beehive, Stormchaser drawled with a frown. 

As good as he was at listening, he couldn't fathom what this ugly beast had said to him. It could have been another language. It could have been a garble of nothingness, spewed only because that's what this kind of creature did. But then, he didn't know what kind of creature this was. They looked as though every natural disaster had shaped them into what they were. Landslides and hurricanes and fires and floods. 

Dog. 

Stormchaser repeated the word he believed it had said. 

Are all of you ugly?