Two Rivers Isle better get back to the black hole sun

The dark fellow seemed to have had enough with Smokestep's antics. He watched the pallid corsair with a disenchanted expression that glowered over his golden gaze, leaving no room for imagination when it came to how far he could be pushed. The pirate felt as though he had accomplished what he had intended, and he was pleasantly surprised that such a scrappy young fellow was capable of holding his own for so long – certainly with the state that he was in. While he had potential in him, the pirate wasn't certain that he would last long unless he managed a meal to fill his withered gut. Being alone in winter was often far too difficult for most; even the pallid brute would have been lost without the companionship of his sister. This dark young male had done well enough to keep himself alive, so that meant he had promise.

It seemed that the invitation had struck a chord with the perturbed wolf. Smokestep did not remove the crooked grin from his face, but instead nodded his head at the question. “In the bay, lad. I've come home to reclaim me father's territory,” the corsair answered with a cocksure tone to his voice. “O' course I got to get meself a crew lined up before we stake a claim,” Smokestep then added with a small shrug of his nimble shoulders. After he had done that, nothing would stop them and he was certain that nothing would bring them down.