Stavanger Bay A hunting we will go

Rosalyn nodded, but the next answer pricked a bit more interest out of the wolf.  She didn't care much about the vanished friend; one less wolf to worry about meeting? Too bad.  Alrighty, so that was a bit harsh.  But people tended to come and go as they pleased around here, much as Smokestep might try to corral them.  She wondered if he was on the captain's list now.

"Yeah?  And what D'you think of our captain?" She asked, friendly curiosity her goal.  If she was to be first mate, the crew might not be her first priority, sure.  But she needed to keep somewhat of a feel on its pulse; not all threats to a captain came from the outside.  She knew that from experience.