Stavanger Bay from whence i see no reason why

Ordinarily, Raptor would have been quite pleased with himself to have rescued this wolf from drowning, and to hear her say that he had. Not this time. Her comment barely brought a twitch to his lips as he curiously watched her groom and wondered who she was, where she had come from, and why she gave the least bit of a hoot about him and his suckage.

It occurred to him that he ought to be pressing her for answers. She was a strange wolf on his ship, and he was the Quartermaster. But he hadn't the energy to tend to his duties. His days were numbered, he believed, and so he sat on his rump with a huff of obvious resignation. His emotional outburst had left him feeling even more tired.

"Stuck my dick somewhere it didn't belong." He answered suddenly, matter-of-factly. But then he laughed, this exhausted, disbelieving, laugh. "I suck so hard I screwed someone I was trying to kill. Who does that — oh, and then! Then I tell this to some pretty wolf I don't even know." Raptor snorted.

"There are no ways I don't suck."

And that was that.