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

he was still reeling from his conflicting thoughts, so much that he felt a sickening pulse of disgust lance through him. the wolf he had previously just internally banged was looking about her (him?!) as if looking for some spider in the sand.

"wot ye mean wot?!" he bellowed, incredulous and nursing his fractured male ego. "ye've got a dick, thet's wot." he followed hotly, still feeling the simmering heat of confusion nip his heels. "ye likes tricks, don't ye?" he accused maude quickly, narrowing his clouded eye with scruntiny. oh, he'd show her a trick or two.