Stavanger Bay you know how it is

There was a soft sort of sadness that fell with the news of Wraen leaving their once shared pack. Smokestep was not fond of those who would abandon ship, but he had not thought the girl to be the type. He didn't think it was wise to pry much further than he had. Dune seemed to him a very cut and dry figure. The yearling knew it was best if he tried to keep himself from getting long-winded. It could be challenging for him not to be carried away.

The mention of Rosalyn shook him from his thoughts and he canted his head before turning to look at where she had disappeared to. It seemed that the pale fellow did not have a good encounter with her. The pirate was intrigued by it, but held his tongue. He may have felt irritation with the dark woman, but he knew that the crew was to be put before anything else. Smokestep eyed the other male with a crooked expression. “Coyote almost took ye both out?” he asked, hoping that there might be a tall tale attached to the remark. Considering the company, it was not likely.