Stavanger Bay let the fire burn inside you

Maude's face slid into a mocking expression of belief. Her eyes had widened with false shock, but the light behind those golden orbs were anything but frightened. She kept this pantomime for a few more seconds before she burst out again into laughter. Ghost stories 're nice an' all, but really, I needs to sleep, matey. Maude became a dirty brown ball of lint, her nose tucked under her tail, one eye open and staring at the wolf who still stood their, obvious trying to scare her away.

His threats shifted from the spiritual to the tangible. A smile crossed Maude's face once more, crazed as she cackle. Now that's more like it! That's actual scary stuff right there! The ragged pirate jumped to her feet, looking up at the pale wolf, seemingly unfazed by his threats. Now, I's gonna go ahead an' leave, but not 'cuz o' yer spooky scary threats, but 'cuz yer really persistant. I'll 'and that t'ye mate.