Man or a monster?

Atreyu watched the male carefully as he responded, black scelra making the holographic silver-to-lavender of her irises seem to shine in the night. Her stare was hard, guarded, her stance said she was ready for anything he might throw at her and she was. The interaction had made her tense enough to flex her claws in the sand, the motion illuminated in the unique way of the beach. He nudged his dog then, and every muscle on her body coiled up. Her face remained impassive though, "I have no problem minding my own business, unlike some."

The words were out before she could take them back, a rare slip of control that meant she was actually annoyed to the point of anger. Who was he to tell her to mind her own? He had called out to her first! If she hadn't been so fresh from tragedy she would have fought him, but with the images of the fallen members of her family and pack so searingly hot in her mind, she would not fight anyone. When the male signaled his companion to leave, Atreyu gave a curt nod and turned around to leave the way she had come. Minding her own business as she had been when he called out to her.