Wheeling Gull Isle i count the final seconds

Cuh-jal-arrrrrr? She rolled the foreign off of her tongue, wrestling with it as she did. Arrrrrr, matey. Yew can call me Maude, or Maudie. Though she figured he wouldn't care to call her anything except a nuisance. That she was fine with too. Maude trotted behind him, her tail waving contently in the breeze, her smirk unseen by the wolf but sure to be sensed in her voice. She watched him sniff the trees, patiently waiting for him to admit that she was right. As soon as he was content searching the abandoned ship for the faint signs of life that remained, she would goad him into helping her reclaim the ship's remaining treasures, but for now, she watched and teased.