As the male leaped off the rock Adelaida’s actions were instinctive. The female quickly backed up a few steps as the fur along her spine rose, starting at the base of her head to the base of her tail. Also her teeth become unsheathed, although she did not lunge. Not yet. Although the male offered his name, Adelaida did not care to think of this male as anything other than a coyote. A nameless nuisance. That’s what they all were anyway. If she allowed to think of them with individual personalities, names and the like, that would make her vulnerable to their tricks. It was far better to just lump them all as a threat, a pest, and something that should be eradicated from the lands. The male also offered an answer to her question, but it was not satisfactory. More seamonsters. And just what in heavens name was a seamonster? Something from a child’s story? Something this male made up, or really believe in, depending on his level of insanity? Or did seamonster have a different meaning?
"Well coyote, get back to your seamonsters then." The masked female wanted nothing to do with the seamonsters, whatever they were, and seeing as the coyote didn’t seem to be planning any attacks on innocent bystanders, she really did not have a use for the male either. There was nothing to prevent here, and she might have accidently gotten herself into something bad, a sticky situation. No matter how innocent Kirin’s actions were, Adelaida was blind to it, perhaps she was far too biased at this point, perhaps Finch’s odd ways threw her off, but she could interpret his actions as wrongs and bad, actions she needed to ward off. In fact, her discomfort had increase so greatly when he had leaped down from the rock that she had begun to regret coming up to him. Adelaida did not move, did not want to move until the male backed off. And yet she was still tense, fangs still bared and fur still bristled. Ready to pounce, which is what she would do if he made another step towards her.
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