Kicking Up Seaspray

He growled. "Enjoy is such a strong word, I would say, more, hmmm... Well, kill, murder, mutilate." He said with strong distaste. He HATED females, especially happy females. "Where is your pack?" He growled. He chose not to answer the skeleton question, that would show interest, and that was definitely not there. He wondered if her skeleton would be fun to play with. The 'shadows' in his head twisted and laughed, so he laughed with them. His black fur kept the cold out nicely, he wasn't warm, but he wasn't dying of hypothermia. It was warm in his cave, his youth pelt-bed, the stone walls instigated his body heat quite well.

"Speech"