Stavanger Bay sold my red horse for a venture home

The scout had gotten one name – Drageda – and shared it with some confidence that allowed Smokestep to believe he was not lying in his excursion. The pale corsair found the rest to be somewhat troubling. He wondered faintly which pack was the more hostile of the three that had been visited and if they would mind a friendly pirate at their doorstep to make sure they had a proper greeting. The forest struck him as being familiar, but he was not able to confirm if the red creature was speaking of Ravensblood – Screech's pack – or another that had settled nearby. Most of the territory inland was difficult to traverse, and Smokestep was not fond of it at all. He did his best to stay away from it.

Frowning thoughtfully and beginning to walk slowly down the beach with the other male, the pale creature cast a dual-colored gaze at Engel and nodded his head. “Ye did good, lad. Say, did ye travel down west? See if there's anyone makin' a home out there?” he inquired with a small smile. He would assume that Engel had wandered the entirety of the coast, but he could not be certain.