Stavanger Bay new friends!

Lounging in the sun had cast a sleepy state of mind over the pallid young man. He’d basked in the warmth for longer than he had intended, but only because of the tender tiredness that had washed over him. Summer was right around the corner, and Smokestep was eager to witness the luscious growth of foliage and fruit that would turn their stomachs to drunken goblets. The time of rum and grog was upon them, and the young Captain was eager to see that his crew drank up. He had found that the most trouble had been caused by a crew filled with grog and drunk on their own desires; the young corsair was eager to see what the Ironsea wolves would find in the coming months.
 
Rain poured down from overhead as he set out to trek along the borders of his claim. Those lengthy strides carried him across soft sands and splashing waters until his cupped ears caught the sound of a stranger on the edges of his bay. Furrowing his brow and searching, he pulled in the sight of a watchful slate Tetsubo, and then beyond that was a peculiar figure. The dog was smaller than he was, causing some concern to furrow his brow and curl his lips downward in a thoughtful frown. He had seen a young girl not too long ago, similarly shaped; the canine was so foreign to him.
 
“Ahoy there,” the Captain barked to the unfamiliar creature as he trotted to close some of the space. There was a portion of him that was grateful for the shape of the Bushido who waited for orders. If the strange creature on the edges of his land were to cause issue, Smokestep would be backed by the sharp fangs of the grey warrior.