The Sentinels long dead rows of daffodils and marigolds

We can probably fade and archive with ur post and then have another down in Stavanger Bay? :)

The swashbuckler aimed to lay tempting promises, knowing that they held a certain appeal to most others on the outside. He allowed his offer to hang in the air for a short while, not hurried by the lack of response. It was not until the bird flew down and landed on the curve of the male's shoulders that he made to react. His gaze darted toward the feathered being and he cast them back to the wolf's marred face. It did make far more sense that he should have found better companionship in a creature of flight instead of one of the earth. Smokestep imagined that it would provide the scarred brute with enough sight to travel for days without trouble.

Then, the acceptance. Brig seemed to believe that as long as Smokestep had room, he would be pleased to join. “Aye, yer bird and yerself will do jus' fine,” he assured the other male with a confident wave of his tail. “Ye can come wit me and I'll give ye the lay o' the land, an' the pirate code,” he then urged with a swing of his muzzle in the direction of home. It would take them a short while to wander down to the bay. In this time, Smokestep would have introduced himself and requested a name from the other.