Stavanger Bay Your yelling's getting loud, keep it down now

"Err... no..." He replied, arching a brow. He knew nothing about what had transpired between Smokestep and Rosalyn, and nothing about how Rosalyn had been faring as the new First Mate in the crew. He simply knew nothing at all, but as his eyes found the wounds in her hide his paws shifted in the sand. "Looks like you been... having some fun though..." he said, flicking his ears back. He cocked his head at her then, and left the door open for her to tell him anything about what he had been missing.