Stavanger Bay let the fire burn inside you

Maude had lived in Tortuga far too long to not recognize the visage of an enraged, large male ready to kill. She had been in this situation far too many times to not connect dot to dot and realize what a precarious situation she was in now. Had this been one of her many loves Feragho, the ragged waif would have flattened to the ground immediately, whimpers filling her throat and licks gracing the wolf's face, but no, this was not Feragho. Instead, Maude's smile widened as she backed up, her head purposefully lower than the silver-emblazoned wolf, her body relaxed but simultaneously tensed.

Aye, ye are... The wench tilted her head, looking over the beast's shoulder and towards the uncovered mound. But whatever it is yer mad about, I ain't had nothin' to do wit it. So calm yerself, matey. She breathed, ready to make a break for it if words were not enough.