Ankyra Sound the old cook came on deck sayin, fellas, it's too rough to feed ya

like so many of the wolves here, she too let a range of emotions parade openly across her features before she settled on an expression of indignation and stalked toward mahler. he found her approach impudent and her demand unwarranted. keeping himself impeccably implacable, shimmering with a pride he had never earned, but wore like a fine stole all the same, mahler gazed down the line of his nose at her.
"why?" he finally asked of the butter-toned woman. why should he help her with such inanity as attacking sea-wolves? mahler very simply did not understand, but nor did he seek to understand. what would she say to that? the man waited rather smugly for her answer, a faint humour tugging at the line of his mouth.