Two Rivers Isle better get back to the black hole sun

For a long moment, the dark boy stood with stiff legs and an expression of near disbelief on his face. It seemed as though he was expecting more from the pale hound, but Smokestep was not there to tear him down – not yet, anyway. His swaying figure seemed to linger in one place for a moment before resuming the peculiar to and fro motion. Without a careful eye, it would have gone unnoticed. It seemed almost as though the corsair were permanently suspended in water. As if to second this, a small gust of wind kicked from behind and carried the length of his pelt into the air and waved it about before letting it settle on his neck and spine.

The dark lad had taken a defensive stance. His response was nothing less than what Smokestep had anticipated, so he merely held his crooked grin and chuckled softly. “Well, ye've got the makin' o' somethin' inside ye,” the ghostly figure remarked with a more serious tone. His two-toned optics danced over the frame and figure of the other wolf with a playful glint. After a moment or two, they settled on his face and the smile seemed to falter before disappearing on the seafarer's face.

“Ye ought to come 'round sometime. We'll test yer mettle an' see if ye've got the makin' o' a pirate in yer blood,” the wily creature remarked, nodding his head to the other male. He was interested to see if the stranger would take the bait before providing any further information.