Raptor was back on his feet more or less. He had not quite thrown himself into his new role but he was making an effort and feeling lighter on his paws each day. His scent was now present on the borders, and some of the galley's offerings — one really ripe seagull and some fresher crabs and mussels — had been put there by himself that morning. That order of business done, he strolled to check on another task that was even more important than food:
The drink.
Tail wagging, the corsair inspected his work. He had collected an assortment of berries and apples and they were fermenting just nicely. In fact...
He leaned in close and took a big whiff.
They might just be ready for sampling.
;)
The corsair lifted his nose from his concoction and looked upon the unfamiliar wolf he seen before. His ears slicked back as a look of guilt flitted across his face. It was brief. He soon smiled and wagged his tail, inviting her in with a gesture of his paw as he scooted aside to make room for her to look upon the fermenting fruits.
"Rum!" He answered enthusiastically.
"Or at least... fruits that are almost rum. I was just thinking it was time for a taste to see how they are doing." He arched a brow at her.
Raptor stared.
”You never had rum before?”
He cocked his head and then looked from her to the rum and then back again. His tail thumped and he grinned.
”You’re in for a treat!” The corsair declared. ”Go on, give it a taste. It should be kind of sweet but also kind of... sour? It’s a different taste. Get you feelin’ real nice and warm and happy if you have enough!”
Raptor gestured with his snout to the fermented fruids, eagerly waiting.