Stavanger Bay and the future of your child

At first, Smokestep was not certain if he had told his sister about the deserters because he expected her to want to do something about it, or because he needed a sounding board. The pallid yearling knew that his crew wasn’t fond of the idea of losing their life if they opted to leave the crew and take up a life sailing elsewhere. He had never wanted those wolves who would travel in and out of his pack; the young Cairn was more interested in the longer development of his closest companions. If he could not trust them, he did not know what he was asking them to do.
 
It was expected that she would willingly inquire about hunting their deserters down. Smokestep turned to regard her with a thoughtful expression before he nodded. All of them had been given the terms and conditions of approval within the Ironsea crew; all of them would suffer the consequences. “I’ll search wit ye… see if we can catch a trail’n we’ll give ‘em a couple o’ days to come back, if they’ve got their heads on right,” he instructed.
 
“There’s a bigger brute wit a messed up back leg been missin’ a while, an this sweet lil thing – lighter colors wit splashes o’ wot ye’d see on a doe,” he described the two he was most concerned about and then looked to Sandpiper as though she would give him the rest of the answers he sought.