Sea Lion Shores cake by the ocean

The one-eyed fellow seemed to grow a bit distance and Smokestep wondered if he had worn his welcome thin. There was a large portion of him that did not care much about the feelings of the other wolf, for he was not certain that he needed friends from other packs to begin his settlement. Still, Screech mentioned that he would have appreciated a howl or notice if Smokestep happened across the Corten wolves or the one called Seelie. The pale corsair nodded his head and then bid the other goodbye with a swift flag of his tail in one direction. After Screech had departed, Smokestep wandered down the stretch of beach in search of further recruits. His mind trailed to the prospect of an inky young female with sea colored eyes and he danced with giddiness as he sauntered away from their meeting place.