Stavanger Bay i'm not gonna beat her with a sock full of butter

Searching for Smokestep was best done nearest to the borders. He spent a great deal of his time marking their bay and keeping a watchful eye on any unwanted passersby. The young Captain had been possessive of the territory ever since he had set his sights on it. The dark Leviathan had been right in saying it was an ideal location. With the new blood in their ranks, Smokestep found himself having grown increasingly wary of others who could find themselves a little too near to his claim. The young pirate was not keen on unwanted visitors, and the idea that his father could have sent someone to check on him was enough to cripple the yearling. He paced the nearest entrance to their territory with rigid fur and lengthy strides until he glanced up and caught sight a slow-moving Nox who was meandering in his general direction. The pallid wayfarer chuffed to greet her and waited to see if she would approach him or swing wide and move on with her patrol.