Sea Lion Shores cake by the ocean

The boy continued to talk about the family he was searching for, and Smokestep listened with erect ears atop an ivory crown. “There was an older guy missing an eye,” he had stated and the pirate crinkled his nose a bit with a small snicker. “Yer pa?” he inquired with a swish of his tail. “Like father like son, eh?” he then gestured toward the gaping hole in the other male's face with a swift motion of his dog. The more that he explained about the family, the more that Smokestep believed he wasn't part of the Corten wolves; Screech had painted a very different picture of himself in the first few moments of meeting him, and the corsair did not imagine that the one-eyed lad would be seen singing or dancing.

Then, his tone changed dramatically when speaking about a dark-furred woman. Smokestep became rather entranced with the idea of an inky she-wolf with such a beautiful nature. His smile curled and he narrowed both brows over his gaze. “Oi, right... I haven't seen the likes o' those folks, but I can keep both eyes out fer ya, lad,” he said. In reality, Smokestep did not imagine that he would ever share the prospect of a beautiful female with another man – certainly not one of his own crew.