The wolfess stopped, folding her ears against her head as bright pink eyes settled on the male. Admittedly, and through the sheet of her discontent, Leera saw he wasn't entirely an eyesore but rather on the sharper end of his kind when it came to appearances. Still, the wolf had some kind of prejudice against those outside of her species, and she narrowed her eyes.
"A please and thank you?" she scoffed easily, stare glinting. Her tail lashed once against her sloping, sharp hips. She was already having a rather unfortunate day and, unfortunately, this male was recieving the brunt of it. "You must not be familiar with the way of wolves. We do not ask and we do not thank." At least, Leera didn't. And especially not to someone the likes of him.
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
Plot with us here!
