Stavanger Bay i prayed heaven today would bring its hammer down on me

it was a shame murgash had missed the opportunity to hound smokestep, or heckle his tawny sister -- but somehow, he felt perhaps whatever interaction he had with this stern auburn she-wolf would more than make up for it. he assumed he could always catch up to smokestep and sandpiper later, right?

all the same, he had a job to do -- with a graceful bow to the very pretty lady he was sorry he wouldn't get to know better (and also to her lurking shadow, who he was not sorry he wouldn't get to know better, judging by the disapproving glances the scurvy looking male delivered), murgash readied to make his leave.

oh, except for one thing.

"south it is, then, eh?" he seemed solemn for a moment as he looked down the southern curve of the shore. "sey, afore oi go -- wot kinduv grub would ye spare a 'ansome man loike meself?" cue inapproriately wide grin.