Stavanger Bay A hunting we will go

The more she went in, the more Rosalyn's internal shit meter went off. Likely due to the fact that she herself wasn't exactly on the best terms with Smokestep, and hearing someone who had so recently and sorely wrung her out to dry praised so highly was hard on the pride.

And not at all because the thought of this pretty young thing cozying up to the captain made her want to snap her face off, oh no.  That would hardly be befitting a first mate, now would it?

"He's.... of a type, that's for sure."  She said somewhat dismissively, though her gaze was a bit sharp.  "I'd be careful who you set eyes on; the pirate type tend to be more... short term investment.  Unless you don't mind that sort."  She smiled, her words ringing true in her own ears as well.  It wasn't a slam on the captain; likely he'd wear the words as a badge of honor.  But she wasn't sure the type of wolf Awinita was, and if she could avoid some internal drama here, she was fine giving a small cautionary warning.