Ankyra Sound How did you think I wouldn't guess

Hover over the pirate slang Maude uses to see their meaning... >>'''

They were curled against each other, Ondine huddling behind Kjalarr's girth. The fact that Kjalarr was there, willingly, resting beside her, protecting her, didn't make things worse for the Beta. The only thing stopping her from leaping over Kjalarr's bulk and tearing Ondine's throat out was the Alpha's silent snarl. The wench halted suddenly, spraying sand over them. Her teeth gnashed together, and she began to pace in front of them, looking like an insane, rabid, caged wolf.

Her gaze threatened to burn a hole into Ondine's head as the witch indignantly questioned her. You brasser, bunter, crackish, fire-ship, frenchified drab-whore. She hissed, knowing that neither Ondine or Kjalarr would understand most of what she said, but the malice and disgust was still there. Had Kjalarr not been there, she would have pounced on the woman and spat these words into her face, but she resigned herself to hissing them from a distance. Wot got into ye skanky brain t' t'ink ye can touch him, let alone get your grubby cunt all over him.