Stavanger Bay O Captain my Captain

The first question struck him a bit strangely and the pale wolf turned to look at the woman with a quirked brow and a questioning expression. If it was men she was after, Smokestep felt as though he hadn't done the best of jobs in gathering those of like sex. He had, as a majority, surrounded himself with a screw of fiery women who didn't seem to take much to set off. There were a few who were sweeter than others, and some that were a bit more feral, but they were all strong in their own right and he was pleased with the lot of them. He mulled her questions over for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. “I'd say we've got more lasses than lads,” he said in an offhanded manner. It wasn't something he had truly considered, but then again he had always assumed that the ladies would have wanted him above all other males. Even with Raptor being as suave and confident as he was, Smokestep thought he could lay on the charm in ways that would have made his father swoon. Still finding the inquiries odd, he canted his head a bit and frowned. “Why?”