Wheeling Gull Isle i count the final seconds

For some reason Maude loved teasing this guy. Perhaps it was his stoic nature, the complete antithesis to her own clingy one. Perhaps it was the circumstances in which they first met, standing over the desecrated grave of his father. Regardless, Maude felt her smile widen as the wolf insulted — well, attempted to insult her (she had been called far worst than a menace in her lifetime) — her, darting closer beside him just to rile him up more. There's no body left, mate. There were only three o' us left on t'ship 'fore Cap'n left us. I only met t'one 'fore we all split. Sadie was long gone, and so were the others. She was sure of it. The scents of the crew had been fading ever since she had arrived, and they were practically nonexistent now. She was only here for what remains were left behind of the crew.

Maude stepped back as the wolf's teeth bared, her body smoothly going into submission. Her ears pressed back and her teeth were bared slightly in a submissive grin, but her eyes still shone with laughter as her head lowered slightly. She wasn't intimidated by his dominant posturing in the slightest (though she wouldn't doubt his higher rank and his ability and willingness to hurt her). Remembering back to that night in the Bay and how he attempted to frighten her with ghost stories, she cackled softly, licking her lips in submission. Aye, aye, mate. I understands. She said, still grinning. It was hard to tell whether that smile was of submissive or amusement.