Sea Lion Shores cake by the ocean

Screech had met a few self-involved creatures in his day (himself chief among them), but never had he met anyone with such a ridiculously dramatic title such as Captain of the iron sea. The boy could not avoid feeling a little impressed, even envious, that he hadn't concocted a big name for himself since his arrival along the coast. He could've made something up on the spot right freakin' now, but it wasn't going to come anywhere close to that.

I'm Screech. Just Screech. I live in the forest 'tween the mountains. Followed the river out here to the beach. Maybe it was a bad idea to (more or less) give this guy directions to Constantine's land, but whatever. They were strong enough together, and while Screech didn't know Smokestep all that well, he figured the guy was too invested in himself to care about the budding pack.

A thought occurred to him though — Have you seen any big groups out here? Family-like? Maybe he would know if the Cortens were still here. I'm lookin' for someone but obviously I can only do half the job.