Stavanger Bay you don't own me

The words mix track were strange on the pirate wench's ears, but then again, a lot here on the northern shore was. Maude shrugged, knowing that the game was soon up. She had no interest in the authenticity of this wench's Siren status, but the bird that she had caught. Any more delay wouldn't feed her grumbling stomach. Name's Maude. She smiled, her eyes sliding over to the black wolf that approached them and whuffed softly.

Ahoy there, mate! Maude flashed another disarming smile, looking over the wolf-hybrid curiously. Her gaze focused intently on the tufts decorating her ears. Nice decorations ye've got there!