Stavanger Bay let the fire burn inside you

Aye, but ye were screeching like a crow. She relaxed at the same time this silver behemoth did, sensing his anger pulsing away in waves. Good. Less of a chance that she'll get hurt and marred before she found Captain Ferahgo again. Maude half paid attention to the boy's spiel about his father and his bones and whatever drivel he was splattering across her face. She really could not care. And whoever took this wolf's bones were most likely long gone. How long ago do ye think it was that them ol' bones were stolen, eh? She asked, sarcastic and amused at this little boy's reaction. He was just having a tantrum. But then again, Maude couldn't relate even if she tried. Parents were more foreign to her than this wolf's accent.

Well matey, just wanted to make sure I ain't gonna be attacked by some seawater-drinking mad man if I's try to rest 'ere. She shrugged, sidestepping the wolf. Ain't tryin' to ant-agonize ye.