Stavanger Bay Ain't no love when the wicked run

As Rosalyn spoke, the girl's eyes went wide as she moved forward. She got shamed? By who? Closing her eyes for a moment, she huffed, her muscles tensing again. It could only be one.  Hijo de puta, she murmured in frustration, unceremoniously flopping next to her friend. Her head nodded slightly at her sentiment, agreeing wholeheartedly at this point.
She shrugged, her tail tucking in beside her. Alright. Been playing chase and run with blubbery beasts. They can move faster than they look like they can. A half grin appeared on her face as she glanced at her companion. Also grouchy if you nip their tails when they ignore you. Her smile spread for a moment before looking out over the sea, a serious tone underlaying her light one. Are you staying?

translation "son of a bitch"