Cerulean Cape to haunt, to startle

The woman was as feral as he'd seen in some time. She guarded the fish with a quick flash of her fangs and made it clear that he was not to come anywhere near the catch. Smokestep had no intention of taking his kill back; he was confident that he could catch another if he needed the sustenance. The pirate took a single step back to allow her room to eat, and he watched as she scarfed the meal to the bone. It was not the perfect meal for a hungry wolf, but he was certain that it would tide her over until she could rest... and perhaps catch something for herself. There was a pricking at the back of his mind as he wondered how she had survived this long in such a state of well being.

The unnamed woman turned to him and expressed interest in more, to which he frowned softly and looked back to the waters. His limbs were cold and wet still, but he would leap into the sea to catch her another if she needed it. “Say, lass... how are ye survivin' on yer own? Ye have a home?” he inquired, drawing his attention back to her with a slight cant of his head. The crew was growing quickly, but he would have felt far better if she had a place to stay. More than this, the pirate did not want her to attempt to snoop around the Ironsea territory in search of food. He did not know her desperation.