Sea Lion Shores unus

The pale yearling had learned early on that it was wiser to depart than it was to stick around where he wasn’t wanted. While he was fonder of fighting for the right to stand about awkwardly, the pirate still believed that it wouldn’t have been right of him to scrap with a pretty woman. Her tongue had been sharp, and her words had lashed against him, but they had struck only the thickness of his hide. The boy was not that easy to drag into the pit. The woman had given him direction in a tone that did not waver in its delivery, so he did not feel the need to test her. When she did not follow him in his departure, Smokestep assumed that she had gathered what she needed and turned back to see her trotting off in the opposite direction. With a smirk and a flick of his tail, he forgot about the cold words and the stranger’s shadowed figure as he sought hunting grounds for his crew.