Stavanger Bay and the future of your child

while smokestep's mind was on his family -- or rather, the only family that really mattered (her, of course), sandpiper's mind replayed like a record over all the women she didn't like in ironsea. so basically, all of them. she thought with a certain smugness that it was befitting none of them were good enough for smokestep -- truth be told, it was unlikely any other wolf was good enough for her brother either.

in her eyes, anyway. the only eyes that mattered.

her attention was drawn back as smokestep admitted his woes -- wow, was she egregiously off base. she rounded her shoulders and bit her lip with a frown, considering his words with a certain composed reticence. in truth, she hadn't really noticed any specific absence -- but now that smokestep mentioned it, she found herself wondering who had abandoned the front.

"can't help yellowbellied curs." she said with an air of grave dignity, as if all wolves were beneath her. certainly, all wolves were beneath cairns. "you aren't doing anything wrong to them... yet. want to take a look-see, see if any of our old friends found better haunts?"