Wheeling Gull Isle Madam, it’s just lazy to steal from someone without knowing their name.

A silence. Only a moment. And then when she continued on it was with more ranting about how selfish and rude their claim had been upon any other passersby in the area. Aiolos couldnt remember a woman in command thinking about the needs of loners over her own flock. His body stiffened with unease and a growing irritation.

Most wolves wouldnt even have what it takes swim to the island for a hope they might find water unless they come when the sandbar is passable. Which it seemed unfortunately for him now that he had come across the likes of Belharra. Water sources inland are much easier to access, less energy, lest risk of drowning. But, why was he bothering to explain this to her anyhow? Of course because Aiolos always did his best to be respectful and patient with the ladies. Even this one. 

I know plenty about bog rats. He smirks then. He had been born in a bayou, after all. They taste like shit-don't interest me. So unless you have something else to spout about, you should probably work on getting to that drink of yours elsewhere.