Sequoia Coast goodbye babylon

Well YEAH.. lmao...

The coywolf withered before him, and the hard line of his mouth curled into a jester's grin, before he guffawed loudly as Roach conceded to be on the winning side. "Haww! That's the spirit, matey!" He stepped forward to shove his shoulder into the other wolf, a welcome if ever there was one. "Now avast ye, the crew be gatherin' down the coast with me swab, Blurryface. He's yer kind, coywolf, more on the coy' side than the wolf. Go to him and help him stock the galley, then help yerself to a bite." Orders given, Roach was, like each recruit before him, dismissed from the Captain to do as he was told. This time with a wave of his paw.