The Sentinels sing a song of sixpence

Moorhen was bristling back at once, bloodred eyes narrowing at the stranger who greeted her so rudely. "Pul mora di, kuktryne," she snapped back, her shock at being accosted so causing her to resort to foul language. There'd been no traces of another's claim, so she could only feel justified in her wanderings, and slighted by the male who had addressed her so rudely.

Sidestepping, she attempted to go around him and continue on her way, not interested in getting to know the other; nor was she intimidated by his size or aggression, having seen herself through many scraps in the past. "Rude ass!" she added, realizing he likely wouldn't have understood her earlier insults. She didn't know as many swear words in the common tongue, so she improvised.