Gilded Bay The Cool Seaspray

Engel didn't really think of what place he would die in, cause he had never thought about it. The red wolf had to admit on an entirely different matter, the other wolf's accent he quite liked. So as the other wolf spoke, he listened. Then, he cleared his throat a bit. 

"Got a pack, eh? Any room for me, mate?" he replied, trying to imitate the accent. "Did I...did I get that right? It's a nice accent, so thought I might try a hand at it." Ironsea was an interesting name, and he thought that he could go well next to the sea. Who knows what he would see, that he had not before?