Cerulean Cape driving on the sidewalk, looking back and the sky is burning in my rear-view mirror

Dragon cupped his ears forward as Murgash explained. The tip of his tongue peeked from the side of his mouth as he lightly bit down on it in concentration, believing at first that the wolf's explanation was obscured by the thick accent, when in reality the corsair had everything straight and plain.

"So..." he paused, clicking his tongue against the roof his mouth and making a few smacking sounds as he considered this story. "You mean t' tell me that this male fancied himself a she-wolf? Haw haw!" Dragon guffawed loudly, snorting and stamping his paw. "That's a good one, mate. He must have suckled off he's father's 'teat', aye, and got himself a mouthful of piss instead of milk!"

He shook his head. "I ain't dead between the ears. I got a cock, I knows how t' use it and I ain't mistaken in what gender I am." Dragon narrowed his eyes. "You ain't cuckoo, are ye?"