Stavanger Bay Heave a pawl, O heave away!

There was a  pleased, toothy grin as the maned wolf got up to sit. Head held high in pride while giving a loud chuckle, "thank ya lassy!" And happily accepted this compliment, "my ol' folks spoke the same, s'pose I grew the same, hah!" The way she spoke often made it seem she grew up by the waves, but Norsamu grew up travelling quite a lot, and had no 'home' to grow up in. If anything she was found near the mountains, far from the sea. Though, with whom raised her, they had a different story, and with so much time with them, she developed the same tone and speech as they did.

"Ah, that?" Norsamu's eyes followed to where the wolf gazed at, "empty rum!" The leaf held the scent, but the fruits and the nectar was long gone. She passionately lapped all that up before the sun started to set, and boy did she wish for more, "a sweet drink to enjoy em' days."