Stavanger Bay this is heavy

Uh oh. 

Murgash knew that sound. The angry cry of a she-wolf -- a furious noise he was all too familiar with. 

Hell hath no fury like a hungry woman, right?

For a brief minute Murgash considered making himself scarce, but he could not pass up the opportunity to woo Doe from her (un)intended. In his eyes she was a prize to be fought for, a claim to seize. Naturally Doe likely did not share that sentiment. 

With a sheepish, sickly smile the slimeball dutifully approached her, his grin wide from ear to ear. As if butter (or fish) would not melt in his mouth. "wot be the problem moi ladee? You sound mad -- Oi knows jus' de thing thatell cheer you roight up, cutie." He winked suggestively, not at all put off by the prospect that he had eaten her lunch or that she was betrothed to a wolf in many ways his superior.