Cerulean Cape High maintenance means you're a gluttonous queen, narcissistic and mean

"You're not worth me lifting a single paw myself," Wylla rejoined, bristling from nose to tail as she stood guard along the bloated flank of the dead seal. Raptor was larger than her, which gave him a power advantage, but she was skilled enough at fighting that she hadn't been killed yet despite her barbed lips. They were probably somewhat evenly matched, but she believed what she said: swine like him wasn't worth the time of day.

Unfortunately, Wylla wasn't mature enough to truly act the way she thought she should, so although the right thing would have been to put her money where her mouth was and walk away entirely, she didn't. She remained, intent on keeping him from the seal although it was too large for her to properly guard, but when her pack didn't arrive or howl back, she muttered, "fuckers," under her breath and steeled herself to have to take him on solo.