laying on the sand for the second time that day, yunxu is again reminded why he does not speak to strangers. there are steps behind him. the fur on his nape bristles, but he is too busy trying to control himself to pay it much mind.
but he is a... captive audience, in a word, still unsure whether or not he can stand. another insult- that she has free reign to pace around him, lower her head and force him to look into her eyes, teeth bared. that this woman he does not even know has free reign to talk to him- and to talk to him like this, as though he is a child to be scolded, and then to turn arrogantly away.
the panic and confusion and embarrassment boil down into familiar, comforting anger.
"少废话," yunxu snarls. "you do not understand. i have family- home. what do gods think there is for me here?"
even when things had been bad he had had that. now he is alone, barely able to walk, with a foreign stranger acting as though he should be grateful to have woken up here.
what does she know?
yunxu lurches back to his paws, too exhausted and sore to snap like he would otherwise. "i had purpose. life ahead of me. now nothing. nothing but stranger telling me to be grateful for what has been taken." the heaving breath, this time, only tickles his throat; the young shark coughs once, nostrils flaring. "i will not be."