Iktome Plains Super Psycho Love

Maude's attention snapped from her own muttering thoughts to the wolf who had disturbed them. Her eyes began to light up with annoyance at the thought that her precious thoughts of Feragho had been disturbed, but instantly relaxed. It was nothing, just some...landlubber. He smelled of trees and wood and dirt, disgusting smells to a seawolf like her, yet the scent of salt tinged him too. Wrinkling her nose at the mix of sea and land, Maude looked at the ash and smoke wolf with golden eyes like hers, and snarled slightly, her yellowed fangs baring, What's it to ya? Huh?