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

murgash's play ended as quickly as it had begun, for maude didn't seem to care for his shenanigans. he looked the brown wolf up and down plainly, his eyes slowly squinting as she fired off a not-so-passive jab at his hindquarters.

slowly, he turned his head around to view his half-bare ass, the motion exaggerated as he did so. "wot, ye loikes it?" he asked impishly, swaying his hips back and forth in a waggle. "simple - dis is whoiy ye be listenin' to me, see -- oi'm a man, and you're a woman - your job is te do wot men says an' te pleasure dem when theys horny."

he stopped, an exaggerated expression of slow-dawning on his face: "but of course, ye aint a full womens, it's okey ye haven't figured det out yet." it was a fully inflammatory, entirely provocative jab at maude's womanhood -- and delighted, murgash awaited the fireworks.