Stavanger Bay Your yelling's getting loud, keep it down now

He turned his gaze north briefly, as if he could see the field from here and the wolves that might tread across it. Later, he would likely forget she had said a thing about it.

Surprise spread across his face as Roz explained that Smoke had not approved of the rank challenge. He could see that she was watching his expression and he flicked his ears back and furrowed his brow, glancing away. Nothing made sense. One moment, Smoke was every bit the sort of pirate he had been raised by, and the next he was something entirely different. It only bred more uncertainty in the downtrodden Raptor.

"Challenging is part of proving that worth, er," he started. "Least that's... what I was taught. I don't —" He stopped dead, realization sparking in his eye and lifting his ears. He caught her eye with some sort of indescribable urgency.

"Wait — you've been kicked from a bunch of crews? How are you not dead? How'd you get away?"