Ankyra Sound we live through scars this time

Maude wasn't a fan of forests, hence why she continued to stay on the shore in the Saltwinter crew, but she decided to make a small exception for the forest that bordered their territory. It was in a way hers after all. She decided to explore it, more for the sake of knowing the territory than enjoying the woods.

Her lip curled with disgust as she walked over the damp ground fed by the recent rain, already feeling her paws be stained with mud (though it was hard to distinguish from her fur color). She'd rather be coated in sand, thank you very much. Mud to her was...dirty...disgusting even. She wiped her paw furiously on the grass, only to spread the dark material around. She tried to rub it against a tree, though its bark was just as slick with rain as the grass and dirt. Maude's head snapped towards the breaking of bark nearby and saw the wolf jumping from log to log. Her paw continued to rub furiously at the bark in what she thought was an effective way of removing dirt from one's fur as she called out. Oi! Yew a rabbit or somefin'? Wotchu 'oppin' around fer?