Shimmering Sands I have a very small mouth and only grabbed some of you

Though Sandpiper was more than competent in taking care of herself, Smokestep liked to keep an eye on her to ensure that he would not lose his sister. Raptor had spent a fair amount of time with the dappled female, which left the Captain to feel at ease, but there were times that he missed her constant companionship. They had traveled a great distance from Warsaw to the wilds and they still had plenty of work to do before their home was theirs again. The seafarer knew that all Cairn blood would feel drawn to the waters; he simply wanted to guarantee that they would remain near the black rock.

Padding along the shores, the young pirate caught a whiff of Raptor's saline fetor. Sandpiper's was not far. Long legs carried him from a steady saunter to a wild run. His paws beat into the sand and kicked it behind him until he had locked his eyes on the duo that he knew well... and a stranger he knew nothing about. Slowing his pace, Smokestep closed the distance between them and caught the tail end of Raptor's remark. Drawing his gaze over the interesting female, he frowned thoughtfully.

“Aye, ye could be a Cairn, lass,” the pirate drawled as he made his way to stand beside Sandpiper.