Stavanger Bay i'm not gonna beat her with a sock full of butter

Nox was quick to offer a recap of her most recent whereabouts. Smokestep eyed her with some interest before he nodded his head in understanding. It was good to hear that she was stepping up to guard the borders of the bay. The young Captain was interested in who she might have chased from the vicinity of their home. He canted his head a bit and searched her features with eyes that bore into her own. “Good on ye… ‘ow close was this scurvy bilge rat? Wot was weird ‘bout it?” he inquired to her with open interest. Smokestep had done as best as he could to stay on top of the patrols, but he had a fair amount of drama to handle with his best mate and the other leaders of his Ironsea crew. He had wanted to keep his wolves as close as possible, but tensions had gotten high with many of them.  While he might have appeared troubled, he was still obviously pleased that Nox had taken so well to the task of protecting their claim. Smokestep was proud of her hard work.