Stavanger Bay I'm Fairly Local [M]

That was fast :O sorry for short post, just came back from vacation and I need to get the hang of my characters again. Also: Little warning for language

The dark queen made her way to the south, hoping to feast upon something on her way to... She didn't know where she was heading. A pack wasn't an option, seeing as how insane she acted without her male friend, Avalon. Nor was it a good idea to stay alone due to the fact that it was winter. She sighed, her heart aching, longing for Avalon.

A voice entered the spawn of Satan's ears, one with an accent. She didn't know what kind of accent, but it sounded more like a pirate. She had only encountered one other wolf with an accent, her white angel, but she sounded nothing like this strange voice. Knowing how brute pirates were and how most of them had a crew, she decided to keep herself to her own business. She had more important things to do than making smalltalk with a pirate, hearing her own belly rumble, but she was curious of the presence with enough balls to call out. The stranger was down-wind apparently, seeing as how she couldn't smell anything. she shrugged. Why the fuck not stay around for a while?

She turned, now trotting in the direction the voice had come from, hoping to bump into the stranger.