Blackbeak Bluff touch my loot, feel my boot

lMFAO the idea of 'phas as a wife HELP

the she-wolf slowed to a halt, her yellow gaze studying his muscle-bound physique. his musculature matched those reminiscent of themiscyra - athletic and pelagic in their structure. he too bore proudly the scent of brine on his pelt and she wondered internally how long he had been carving a living along the strand. he didn't look like most lone wolves to approach his borders -- he certainly didn't give her the impression he was some supplicant come to claw a position in her rogue band. his accent was strange to her, and it prompted a single curl of her ear in surprise. the rake knew not what a gunwhale was -- it took a moment of internal analyzing before she ventured forth a reply.

"you mean shores?" she inquired, her sly gaze slightly narrowed as she unabashedly continued to study him. "it is."