The Sentinels recurve

The young pirate too stiffened at the mention of Szymon and Doe having abandoned their home. Smokestep was certain that Skellige would punish his younger brother severely for having left, in spite of the circumstances that fueled it. Already, he could feel the shame of their actions as it seeped through him, and the pallid young man did not like it. His lip curled and he snorted, turning his gaze away from the muddy female. Only once did his tail lash from side to side before it fell against to rest between his hocks. When he did turn back to face Moorhen, his smile had faded and his expression seemed colder than it had before. He could not help but to feel the disappointment that Skellige would have had for his family and his most trusted wolves. His father's time had passed on the bay, though, and it was time for a different Cairn to reign.

The girl seemed interested; she wanted to know of her family and know what it meant to carry the blood of the Cairn line in her body. He regarded her with a careful and calculated stare before he nodded his head slowly and gestured with the length of his muzzle at their home below. “Aye,” he mused softly before locking his gaze with her own. He would be willing to accept her into his crew and help her grow to her full potential, but there was one rule of the pirates that he could not spare her from. “Ye join me crew and ye best understand it's a blood oath. Do ye understand, Moorhen? Once a member of the crew, always a member of the crew.” Smokestep did not pull his gaze from her own as he relayed this information. She might have struggled to understand, but he needed her to know.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kingfisher spotted the approaching figure. He was draped in grey and black with the yellow optics that was common in their kind. The pirate drew himself upward and eyed the other wolf with a careful inspection. Moorhen had mentioned that Isengrim was still there. This must have been the young Cairn. The smug grin on the dark-furred male brought a squint to the seafarer's gaze, but if this was his family, then he would need to show him the way. “Ye too, lad,” he growled, gesturing at the young shadowy figure with a sweep of his muzzle.