Stavanger Bay sold my red horse for a venture home

Almost as though his wish had been granted by the gods of the water themselves, one of the lads had arrived. Smokestep peered down from his lofty perch and smirked at the red fellow. The greeting was appreciated, so he lifted his tail and rose to sit atop the large stone with a smug expression. “Ahoy, Engel; tell yer Captain what ye've been up to,” he prompted with a swift nod of his skull. He had noted the scout's absence, and he had found that it had taken him a suitable amount of time to scout the coast for other packs and then return home. Smokestep was eager to hear about what the lookout had come up with on his journey and what prospects there were out there for plundering.