Deepwood Weald I hopelessly, helplessly, wonder why

I'll tear dere fookin' throats out if'n they's try an' come close, She says, with little bravado. She truly meant it. Whatever this roving pack was, they would do best to not come anywhere close to their lands. They seemed nothing but trouble to the pirate wench, leaving this much of a mess as they did. Back home this would have been just another pirate camp, but here in pack lands, where territory meant everything, she knew they were a threat.

Aye, me name's Maude, She responded to Rian's question. She knew of Kaskara, bu the surname O'Malley was unfamiliar to her, slightly more so than Kjalarr's last name. She wondered where all these wolves came from.