Ankyra Sound Wake up call

Put 'em in t'brig until 'e's sober, put 'em in t'brig until 'e's sober, put 'em in t'brig until 'e's sober, early in t'mornin'!

She continued her sea shanty, cawing over the roaring waves, undisturbed by the thought of awaking another. They needed to wake up anyway; winter was coming, and they were few. They needed to hunt and prepare.

But the new boy didn't get that. He emerged, snarling from his den, snapping at Maude. The Beta paused, her eyes wide as she stared at him with surprise. She cackled then, at his ignorance. The wench strode towards him, a smirk stretching wide her face. Ain't yew new? She chuckled. Shouldn't be tellin' anyone wot t'do, even if dey's annoyin' yew. Maude raised her head over him, her head canting to the side. Wot's yer name, kid?