you were a lone siren without a pack, You hunted alone and had your own cave and teritory, One day when you were out hunting you came back to see a yellow tigershark looking fellow asleep in your dwelling on your bed of seaweed, He had blue hair that was styled into a pompadaur with a swirl, and he had downturned, rounded, elf like ears. You got teritorial and groweled at him, wakeing him up. WHen he looked up he was imidently terrrified and swam to a corner swiftly, curling up and shakeing

"P-P-P-Please do-d-dont-t-t hurt-t-t me...!"

he stuttered out in his frigtened stage