Man or a monster?

Alaric's black tipped ears swiveled to catch the strangers response. It was a woman. Who didn't seemed to pleased at his demanding. A smirk graced his black maws. "Alaric Warmaw." He rumbled back to Atreyu. He stepped forwards, more closer, to get a better look at the woman through the dark. Her pelt was cat like and metallic. Her eyes held little hospitality. "And what do I owe the displeasure of your company?" He borderline sneered with distaste. "As far as I know, I was the only one on this beach til you arrive." He snorted slightly, his toes tapping against the sand in some slight irritation. He wanted to enjoy his peaceful evening, not be interrupted by another brat. He thought back to the girl who had charged and fought him under the northern lights. She had ruined such a beautiful spectacle. He had taught the young girl a lesson, hopefully one she would not forget. He didn't wish the same to happen here at this beach but he was ready for anything that the stranger may pull.