Barrow Fields i know everybody

The coywolf was rather...animated. His giddy nature was disapproved of, just rather strange–unless you are drunk, which the smell of fermented fruit didn't lay agaisnt the mans breath so he concluded he was in fact sober and still ever so friendly. He explained how nothing was found, except more dirt, which was expected. Not many things identified as treasure to Depp, besides alchohal, pretty sights, crawfish...maybe a few others. It wouldn't be long until his children would be born, that'd likely be the biggest gold mine to him. If he saves them that is, if the brute isn't there during labor it'd be likely Sen would just kill off their pups if he wasn't there to stop it. That was the deal anyway. 

He treated Depp as though he were a friend, someone he'd known for a lifetime yet pointed out how they'd yet to become familiar with each other. 'But who cares, right?', wasn't that the truth? He surely didn't. Though his face presented a judgy look, looking the stranger up and down, and was simply him observing. The pirate couldn't care less if he were bubbly or not. He gave a toothy smile for a moment, a form of greeting, accompanied by the lurch of his head. "Just roaming about, nothing as spectacular as treasure hunting as you were doing,"