Stavanger Bay wild and water take us both

"As it turns out, that is a talent of mine."

As one would expect from a wolf raised by the sea. Brig stretched out, took a breath -- and of course there wasn't anything in it, nothing of any real consequence. Just the salt of the sea and the faint scent of Smokestep, so he would have to get to know them all by sight alone. He never quite liked to make much of an issue about his trouble with his nose -- it caused more of a mess than it was worth.

It seemed straightforward. "And how far inland does Ironsea lay claim?" he asked, turning his head a fraction to the side so his remaining eye could examine the river and forest.

Adéwalé shifted on his back, the faint pressure of his talons enough to cause Brig's head to lift, curious, so that his single eye and Adé's pair of black ones met. "I can watch borders, as well." 

Brig offered him a pleased smile. The jackdaw had already stuck with him for this long and it was hardly like either of them were going anywhere without the other, especially when he'd been pushing for Brig to abandon the scavenger lifestle even for a short time, but it was a nice contribution to hear nonetheless.