Sea Lion Shores unus

The male’s head rose and she matched it, brimming with the arrogance of her maternal lineage as her posture straightened out and her eyes narrowed in on him. Her tail lashed back and forth as she felt his gaze on her body, the tsk making her nose scrunch up and expression contort into a scowl. Where the fuck did he get the right to tsk at her?! There was a newfound vigour behind the sporadic whips of her tail, irritation evident. “Then fuck off,” she spat back. Why was he even there, if not for her? Surely, it wasn’t for those things—but what if it was?

As the thought settled in her mind, the corners of her lips twitched as a smirk threatened to tear through. Maybe he was into those things, and that’s why he was there. By the way he spoke, so terribly broken and improper, she automatically assumed he was just the type stupid enough to choose some ugly sack of blubber over a finely crafted beauty such as herself.