Stavanger Bay let the fire burn inside you

Her mind's intent was no longer on tearing that wretched coyote to shreds, and was once more focused on regaining her love - Feragho, the best captain in Tortuga, the best captain anywhere. Maude's thoughts rolled towards the black-bearded wolf, her body shivering with the thought of being close to him once more: his power, his strength, his cunning and wit. He would be hers once more and he would lead a new crew to dominance on this shore. The young girl was certain that Feragho had a crew here in this foreign land, because of course he would. Feragho was charismatic and driven; wolves naturally flocked to him. It was why he had a crew large enough to mutiny against his father, like they all told her. It was why his name was whispered with fear and reverence throughout Tortuga. Of course he would be successful here.

But Maude had to get to him first. Maude had to find him, for they were meant to be together. They had to be.

She sensed that he was close, feeling that pull deep in her gut. Her desire to be with him once more, reunited souls, brought her to a bay that rivaled any in Tortuga. It seemed the perfect place for pirates to shelter, but dusk was falling quickly. Maude needed to rest, rest for her love, if she were to ever find Feragho and be with him again.

The drive to lay down took her through the bay and its surrounding shore to a copse of ash trees that Maude immediately named her place of rest for the night. The ragged seawench dragged her steadily aching body towards the copse, soon wrapping herself in its shadowy blanket as she searched for a proper den for the night.

But Maude paused, a sharp, anguished cry breaking her away from the thought of warmth and slumber with dreams of Feragho. Immediately switching course, Maude stalked towards the sound, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. Her cat-like urge to discover what made the noise brought her to the source: a wolf, coat of starlight silver and legs of sand, was tearing into the bark of a tree, his anger evident. Maude, throwing caution far into the wind, approached, an eerie smile marring her already ragged mug. Now, what'd that ol' tree do to ye, matey?