Ankyra Sound I'm Mr. Lonely

Her howl was swiftly answered; Maude was impressed by the reaction time, but truly unimpressed by the woman who answered. If she was born in Tortuga or made her way into the pirate cove, she could have easily been a sea witch or seeress; her lanky form and haggard looks adding to the effect of mysticism those wolves were supposed to have, but the coyote blood of the woman made the sea wench indignant. Hybrids were even lower than cabin boys girls like her: they were slaves. Had they been on neutral territory Maude would entertain herself with such a creature, but the ragged girl was in a compromising position: stranded in foreign lands. She needed allies.

Ahoy lass! She greeted, flashing the black-headed woman a toothy smile. Name's Maude. I's came t' join yer crew...nay pack, is it? Pack. She attempted some kind of semblance of pleasantries, but the combined stats of being a pirate and being half-mad most of the time killed her efforts.