Stavanger Bay splice the mainbrace

The bay was growing on him; the more that he patrolled the edges of the territory, the closer he felt to it being his home. He had noted Sandpiper's efforts to make the place their own. She had even made an effort to grow closer to Raptor. Smokestep was proud to have found their home together, but he itched to bring a crew into the bay and establish the Ironsea. His youth made him impatient, but he knew that it would not be long before he would be able to gather others; the thought caused his chest to heave and his heart to thrum wildly. Soon, he would have to venture out into the wilds to find those who would fit his ranks.

But first, he scoped out the bay in search of Raptor. It didn't take him long to find the dark-furred beast, casting his paw into the sand with frustration and an outcry that caused Smokestep to snicker under his breath. Upon closing the distance between himself and the wily brute, he furrowed his brows in false aggression and smirked wildly. “Oi, Raptor... ye flea ridden sluggard,” he barked. “What are ye doin'?”