Stavanger Bay i'm moving into stillness

The girl shriveled at the sight of him, morphing into a physique that suited her place at the edges of his land. The yearling had never been one to demonstrate his power – at least he had never found a reason that it was necessary – so he offered her a gentle smile and motioned with his muzzle for her to rise. There would be time to make nice with formalities at a later day. The girl moved quick, though, and before he knew it, she had offered and introduction, set of skills, and her hopes upon arriving at the edges of the Ironsea crew. Smokestep regarded her with a crooked smile before he shook his head and chuckled softly at the quick spiel she had been polite enough to provide.
 
“Ye don’t need to act all posh ‘round me, miss Ava,” he assured her, offering a swift wink with his deep crimson eye. “Wot do ye mean yer a collector o’ names? We like givin’ em out,” the pirate then inquired with a tilting of his skull that suggested he wasn’t certain how she’d meant that comment. Otherwise, her skills seemed fine enough for most packs; he was interested to know how she would take to the life so close to the depths.