Gilded Bay Please hide me, I run to the rock

We oughta take this place for ourselves, Vulcan replied, looking out over the bay. I know you're fond of the quay, but I think there might be more room here. . .and prettier, too. Of course, that was his opinion, and he probably wasn't the best wolf to survey about spatial awareness. Any awareness, really. Big dummy.

He glanced at her, brows raised. What're we doin' when we find the boy? Take him back. . .? He wasn't sure he had ever gotten the full plan. He might not even be allowed to hear the whole plan. It would make sense that only senior members of the crew would be privy to all the finer details.

But hey, he hadn't fucked up in like. . .months? So that was something.