Stavanger Bay Mr.Boombastic

It was fortunate that Smokestep had this in common with the russet-coated male. He was impressed that the scout was so open in regard to his relations with others, but there was something admirable about this. The question was turned around for Smokestep, and the pale Captain took on something of a bashful expression. Underneath his light coat, the long-limbed Cairn was flooded red. “Well, right… er,” he stammered without pause before he shook his head and chuckled. “There’s plenty o’ fish in the sea.” His mind had initially raced to the image of Rosalyn and the dark reddish brown of her coat, but when he thought of her he could only burn on behalf of his sister. So, he opted not to name anyone in their pack – anyone that Engel would know – in order to save his own hide.