Sea Lion Shores cake by the ocean

The unfamiliar boy seemed to regard Smokestep with a gaping hole of an eye before turning his head the appropriate way to peer at him with a sharp yellow-orange bite. The heterochromatic wolf blinked at the peculiarity for a few moments before he realized that the stranger had asked if he needed anything. The pirate then shook his head and cast a yellow-toothed smirk at the young fellow before moving around to peer at the missing optic with great interest and a lightly flagging tail.

“Well, no I did not,” he answered after a few moments of study. “But now that ye mention it, how'd ye get that great big hole in yer skull, lad?” the corsair then inquired with a slight cant of his crown. Smokestep did have a tendency to lack social graces, and had never really tried to be socially acceptable around other males. The Cairn males did not give way to any other, his father had told him, and so he carried that statement with him no matter who he happened to cross.