Sleepy Fox Hollow Pirates are landlocked

Etienne was many things, but a fool wasn't one. And he knew were he to come to blows. He must let this moun sòt strike first. And more than once. But it was blood he'd let drawn if it meant he could do the same.

Strangely this boys words didn't hurt Etienne for they didn't matter. He had no love for him. He wasn't his family they were barely packmates. But this boy thought he was hurting him. This was the funny thing. Eti would wear the words like armor and turn the sharpness back. He'd press and break and fight.

Etienne uttered a small curse and shook his head. moun fou you didn't ask you demand. And you let your tone bleed unkindness for de trials of otters. You do not speak ill of de dead. You know no manners.

Eti grinned. I was raised by women de c'ew you up and spit you out and dance upon de grave. You do not insult me if you t'ink of women less dan. Den you s'ame your mot'er. 'Ow would you like such an insult upon 'er gender.


Eti raised a brow. Maybe you were too busy bullyin' you would be useful yourself. Do not t'row stones where ice lays it will splas' clean your own paws.