Stavanger Bay Won't see me closing in

as the male drifted closer he was able to readily read the disappointment that clouded young chusi's visage. to say that murgash was, well, used to such disenchantment was a gross understatement: if anything, a woman being pleased to behold him would have signaled the second coming.

in any event he was not about to let chusi's clear discouragement (after all, there was no accounting for good taste, was there?) dampen his spirits. the impish male rebuked her darkened expression with a ripe and overabundant beam of his own: even a tendril of drool zealously spilled from his parted gums as he smiled.

"indeed ye issn't - it's jus' an ex-pression is awl." he set on his haunches and tilted his head back, regarding her with his one clear eye. "now, theese wulffs ye be callin' loikely heard ye well as oi.. i'm essimatin' it wont be long before wunna dem gets heere. in the meen-toime, pleasant'tries are in ordah. oi'm murgash -- and ye bes?"