Gyrfalcon's Keep Imma shine

At Rosalyn's words, Smokestep turned his attention to the stranger with them. If the she-pirate insisted that she had a good feeling, the Captain did not believe that he would be disappointed. Still, his two-toned gaze roamed over the female before she introduced herself and he sized her up. She certainly was smaller than he had expected, but he believed that to mean that her blood was not entirely wolf. That didn't matter much; his father had held no hatred toward the coywolf kind, so he had been raised to accept them just the same. When she did offer her name and some of her lineage, Smokestep chuckled softly and nodded his head.

“Ye are small, lass. Ye spent much time by the sea?” the corsair inquired with a careful cant of his skull. It was important to know how well versed in the art of the ocean she was, for he imagined that she did not have even an ounce of experience in her. Still, he knew how to train them and he was willing if Roz felt that it was a good cause for them.