Stavanger Bay Mr.Boombastic

A sing-song voice sounded over the bay and Smokestep allowed a curling smile to form on his dark lips. With searching eyes, he trotted along the beach in search of the music-maker, when he finally set his sights on the elusive Engel. With piqued interest, the Captain trotted toward the aspiring Lookout and smiled fondly at the ginger-furred male. “Ahoy, Engel,” he barked as he neared the singer. A pleasant glint struck the red in his eye and Smokestep closed the distance between them with a few lengthy strides of his legs. “That’s quite a song, mate.”