Stavanger Bay and the future of your child

sandpiper slowed to a halt as smokestep saw her, her tail brushing each hock in a slow wag as he pulled towards her and gently buffeted her with a pale skull. she brought her head down in a reciprocating manner, and studied him for a moment before speaking.

"the usual. patrolling, yelling at birds. trying to figure out what you've been up to." there was a bemused yet suspicious glint to her eye -- she wondered if because it was spring, smokestep was feeling his oats. perhaps the women in his crew had not garnered attraction or favor from him, and he had elected to set sail outside of their realm. either way, she was curious to hear what he had been busying himself with, as it had been some time since their last one on one interaction.