Totoka River Now I'm on the outside

Blurryface licked his teeth pensively as he closed the next few feet and stood well within viewing distance. He combed his eyes surreptitiously over the woman's figure, and refocused readily on her face when she addressed him in kind, though with a much milder tongue than his own. He half expected her to get up and try to run right away, for that seemed to be a common reaction to the rattish coywolf's approach, but instead she posed a question, one that made him chortle.

"It be a secret passcode," he lied, swaying his tail gently as if he was quite pleased to know the secret. "Thar be a club o' explorers wit' a secret cabin 'round here and ye needs the secret passcode to join 'em. Ye mus' not be a member if'n ye don' know." Well, pirates were certainly explorers and the passcode was simply being brave enough to walk the plank, and there was absolutely no guarantee that this red-haired wench was even remotely interested in exploring, but hey, Blurry was all about making shit up on the fly. He flung his tattered ears forward and asked, "ye wanna meet 'em?"