Sheepeater Cliff foglet

Kazimir had indeed backed off, she had stumbled a few feet away and warily reguarded the male incase he chose to come at her in retaliation for her mistake. Where she was from (Russia was where she considered her home since she spent most of her life there) if you made the mis-step and bumped another you should be prepared for an immediate outburst of temper. While the man did not physically retaliate he did become quite rude and she stiffened, chin lifting as she smirked. She held her tongue for a moment, eyeing his demeanor, noticing that he looked so poised to strike like an angry snake. She wondered how much more it would take for him to spring. "Otvali" she cursed in her native tongue, a smirk forming. "It was accident, really. No need to get your tail in a bunch" her accent was thick, rolling off her tongue as she swished her tail and eyed him up and down as if calculating the maximum effort needed to take him out.

Otvali="Fuck Off"