Shimmering Sands glass teeth mask

Sandpiper confirmed the boy's assumption. He smiled softly at her response, looking back to the bird in the sands. It seemed as though the siblings were not quite alone, though. A loud call came from behind the two Cairns. Smokestep's ear swiveled atop his head, recognizing the cry immediately as a familiar one. In a matter of minutes, the sands beside them were flung upward and into the air, peppering the pirate's coarse white coat. Kingfisher calmly turned his head to face the masked bandit. His dark lips curled upward in a suitable smirk at the familiar face. He would never have admitted it, but the companionship of another thief and rogue was more than welcome to the pale Cairn. Sandpiper eyed Raptor with a curious glint in her gaze.

“Aye, Raptor,” Smokestep jeered with a chuckle that rumbled within his chest. “What took ye so long, mate?” For the two Cairn siblings had been in the wilds for days longer than Raptor had. The marauder was curious what his friend had been up to and why he hadn't been invited to the heist. Surely if there had been something enthralling happening, Smokestep would have received the most royal of invitations from the dark-furred scoundrel.