you don't own me

Maude · (This post was last modified: May 27, 2016, 07:32 PM by Maude.)

Look ahead, look-astern
Look, the weather in the lee!
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we!

Maude sang raucously and jovially, despite the gnawing hunger that racked her senses. She was glad to be back in Saltwinter, though the distinct lack of locusts for her to chew on bothered her. Now she had to scavenge, not for herself, but for a group of others. The thought of sharing disgusted her, but it was what she had to give in return for the protection of the stronger, larger wolves there.

I see a wreck to windward,
And a lofty ship to lee!
A-sailing down along
The coast of High Barbary!

She sniffed the half-eaten shells of crabs and other crustaceans strewn about in the sand, the shanty reverberating across the sand. She looked up casually, but smirked at the sight of feathers dancing in the air around the wolf.

"O, are ye a pirate
Or a man o' war?" cried me. She called to the female, approaching with a crooked grin.