Deepwood Weald Lost without you

Both of them slowed down as their terrain shifted once again. Maude stalked the coyote, watching as it wasted its breath teasing and taunting her. The pirate smiled, baring yellowed fangs and licking the scabbing wound on her muzzle. Aye, neither do I, mate! She stopped, watching it dance its teasing dance. Had she been an idiot, she would have charged right then, but she knew from experience that unnerving the enemy was much more effective than wasting her energy. Maude cackled, her laughter filled with cruel sadistic mirth at his little taunt. Aye? Well I ne'er seen dead overgrown rats running around before!