Dragoncrest Cliffs Say no to this

Maude snarled at the creature as it cawed raucously - she sweared they could laugh - at her before wheeling away, leaving the mud stained wench to scowl at its quickly vanishing figure from the cliffside. She huffed, pushing herself to her feet. Her stomach growled, just as loud as her own snarls, and Maude turned, intent on finding something down by the shore. Her golden eyes met with the champagne ones of the reddish wolf, and the wench blinked curiously. Ahoy, mate. She greeted the unknown woman.