Deepwood Weald Lost without you

Her jaws had opened while she glided, momentarily, through the air towards what she now saw was a dirt-covered coyote. Upon her descent, they had closed, the snap of her two jaws hitting one another audible as she recovered from her pounce, shaking her head at the sudden landing as dirt and pine needles rose around her. Her senses recovered, the pirate looked towards the small clouds of dust that had risen in the wake of the fleeing scavenger for a brief moment, then jumped into action, chasing after the creature.

She had lost sight of him, but his scent, however faint, led her in the right direction. But she was no tracker - why would she be, she's a pirate! - and once again Maude stood still in the midst of the trees, looking about with wild eyes. Where are ye! Come out! Come out! the madwoman screeched, tearing into a nearby bush in her mad assault. The ragged creature ran through the underbrush, once again engaged in a mad hunt for the coyote, even more energized now that she had the creature's scent and knew what it was.

Maude inadvertently followed the creature into the tall grasses that marked the end of the forest, though the sight of the tall blades enraged her. She would never be able to find him amongst all of that grass. Quit it, little scavenger. Quit yer skulking. Come on out. Ye lily-livered bastard. COME OUT! The brown-furred dove into the grass, determined to find the coyote and tear him limb from limb - no, the little bastard would make nice bedding, and his skull would serve as one of Feragho's jolly rogers. Oh, the Cap'n would love her for it!