Stavanger Bay Unconscious mind but wide awake

The call of a familiar voice should have been one that inspired the crew to rally together, for one of their lost members had returned to them. It was not a celebration, though. Smokestep had been working diligently to create new caches for the upcoming summer. He had anticipated that the likelihood of prey would have increased, and they did not have enough to support what they would need in the upcoming months. Halfway through the first of the caches he intended to make, her voice had summoned anyone to meet her at the borders. Smokestep’s ears drew forward and he frowned thoughtfully at the prospect of Roz’s friend having returned. Taking one last look at his work, the young Captain turned from it and trotted steadily in the direction of the girl at the edge of the bay.
 
Upon seeing her, his coat bristled some and his eyes were sharp on her features. “Ahoy, lass… ye’ve got some guts, don’t ye?” he greeted her with a flash of his teeth and a firmly narrowed brow. “Ye know ye abandoned the crew. Have ye come to accept yer punishment?” Smokestep’s tone was even and level, but there was a glint in his gaze that suggested he wasn’t playing with her. Abandoning ship was something that he would not tolerate; the Ironsea crew was a crew for life.