Man or a monster?

Alaric was continuing his way down the beach when the last string of words that came from the females mouth made him abruptly stop in his tracks. It set off a sort of rage in him. A rage he didn't feel like containing. But let's face it, when was Alaric ever good at controlling his anger towards the world? He whipped around and stomped his way towards the female. His angry paw steps closed the gap between them fairly quick. Maul followed in suit, his hackles raising along with this tail. Alaric got right into the female's face, his nose damn near touching hers. His hellfire colored eyes bore into her metallic ones.

"Unlike some, I know when to close my mouth." That was a lie. He was blunt and harsh with his words. He was prideful. But she didn't know that, at least not yet. Anger clouded him and he didn't care what he said, as long as he got the upper hand. His tail raised to the sky and his own furry hackles raised. For a moment it looked like he would lunge, but he didn't. "Now walk off, brat. Off this beach or else." His lips pulled back in a dominant snarl. He wanted to watch her turn and walk off this damn beach. He wanted the satisfaction of seeing her having no choice but to.