Wheeling Gull Isle now i think it's high time you lie down and bleed

She's on the island!

Something about this wolf reminded Maude of Tortuga. He wasn't from it — at far as she could tell — but his jovial, harsh singing, his uncouth form and returning shout of Ahoy! got her nostalgic. Her tail wagged in greeting, smirking at the way he unabashedly took in her form. Her hips swayed slightly — she wasn't horny, but hey. You never know.

That was until he yelled with confusion and fright. She leapt for a moment, looking down at the ground around her. Wot?! She yelped, not thinking for a second that he was talking about her own body.