Stavanger Bay Unconscious mind but wide awake

The girl was forthcoming about her mistakes, but Smokestep was not eager to provide chances to those who did not see fit to communicate with him where they were going or why. His eyes roamed her figure and he curled a lip to reveal a yellowed canine. While she was willing to accept the punishment, he was not certain that she understood what that entailed. With a cold frown and the tip of his incisor peeking from beneath his dark lip, the pale Captain shook his head at her. “That punishment is walkin’ the plank, lass. Yer a deserter o’ the crew. Wot did ye think? Ye knew when ye joined that if ye left, ye would be hunted, aye? I told ye, er… Roz told ye. Point is that ye knew. So wot have ye to say fer yerself?” he said pointedly. His tone was far from favorable and the fur along his neck and shoulders bristled as he attempted to lay it out for her. Smokestep peered at her with an expectant stare and canted his head, wondering what kind of excuse she could have for leaving the Ironsea wolves and the crew she was intended to have stayed with for the rest of her days.