Stavanger Bay sold my red horse for a venture home

Engel had a number of packs for him, and Smokestep nodded his head a few times while he listened to the red male speak about the others that had settled on the edge of the water. Once his lookout had finished, the Captain rose from his perch and jumped down from the boulder to land in the sand. He shook his pelt and then lifted his skull up to regard his fellow crew mate. Flicking the tip of his tail, Smokestep canted his head to the left and squinted a single red eye at the red fellow. “Oi well that's great, innit? Ye get any names from 'em?” the pirate inquired with a small smile. He gestured with his muzzle to the beach so that they might walk and chat about the scout's adventures.