Cerulean Cape to haunt, to startle

Would you be alright if we wrapped this one and had a current one? <3

Her mouth parted and he found himself stiffening with anticipation, but he was surprised to find that no noise fell from the dark leather of her lips. With a small frown, Smokestep glanced away, hoping that he would not make her feel uncomfortable with his incessant need to inquire and expect a talkative response in return. If the woman did not have a name that she could offer, he would fashion one for her that would suit her well. Most wolves were not granted a new name until they had earned their sea legs. The Captain decided that hers would be a temporary one.
 
“Right then,” he mused with a playful smirk curling his lips. “I’ll call ye Fishlips.” Of course, Smokestep felt as though he were rather quick witted with his awful conjuring of a name, and he cast her a sidelong glance. He was waiting to see if she would react to the moniker before he granted her one that would suit her better. After a few moments, he winked and shook his head. “Nah, I’m only teasin’ ye. I’m thinkin’ ye’ll be called ‘Hex,’ cause it seems ye got a hex on yer tongue,” the pallid brute told her.