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Whoops I feel like this is nonsense. I'm going to sleep now.

That didn't go so well as he'd thought it would. Instead of boldly going where no wolf had gone before striding up to the stranger like the ne'er-do-well he was, the complete opposite occurred. He sat there trying to retrieve the breath which had fled his body for a few minutes. The sound of his pulse was all he could hear, so Snitch missed the tell-tale sign of a pirate until it was too late; soon enough, the silver masked stranger was advancing on the two of them. By the point that Snitch could breath freely, he looked to the dark wolf next to him, and then noticed the shifting form beyond.

Snitch looked around Ukko's thin legs to watch the other wolf. There was something about this new face that was familiar. The way he slunk about reminded Snitch of Tortuga, and as the stranger got closer, he thought he smelled a faint trace of -- well, he had no words for what, but there was always some sort of underlying spice to the wolves of Tortuga that was unmistakable. As soon as Snitch noticed this, he sat bolt upright.