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

her bark commanded him. he looked up sharply, not in the least abashed to have been studying and comparing. he straightened himself out, pulling a torn ear back as he considered her words. yep, definitely drank too much saltwater.

the skepticism was plain across his face as the mange across his rump; he peered at her again, pointedly. "wot about inside you?" he asked, not afraid to be direct with the dirty questions. eventually he would concede to her view point as he was unwilling to try her teeth -- especially if she was as quick to get angry as women were. all the same, he wanted to know. "how does det work?"