Stavanger Bay let the fire burn inside you

The anger of the platinum wolf amused her to no end, but she knew that he was telling the truth. She knew the look that promised death, and many a time during their conversation she saw those flashes become longer and longer. She trotted away from the angered wolf keeling over his father's desecrated grave — what sopping nonsense that was! he was dead get over it! — then paused...

Maude turned and saluted the platinum wolf with a floppy wristed paw. 'ope ye get ov'r yer daddy problems, matey! See ya! She called, and then another cackle as she ran off, north, away from the angered wolf long before he could chase after her.