Gilded Bay and i'm so hot cause i'm in hell

Apple was a practical wolf, who could adapt to any environment with so much ease and swiftness, that one would think she had spent her whole life there. Oceanside was definitely a new place - it had taken a little while for her to get used to the water constantly moving and making noise (and reassuring herself that it was there merely to tickle and wet her feet, not to grab her and drag her in the ocean's depths) - but once she had found the first morsels of food, she forgot about this initial insecurity. 

She was ploughing through a tangled mass of seaweeds, when a surprisingly clear voice swore in her vicinity. She turned, expecting to see another wolf and seeing no such thing. Maybe her mind was going? You never knew that for sure in your old age. Therefore by a random choice she focused on the little sea-bird and asked him jokingly: "You do not happen to know, who needs his mouth washed for speaking bad words, do you?"