Stavanger Bay sold my red horse for a venture home

It seemed that even the lookout was eager to take a load off and settle down for a short while to rest. The lad mentioned wanting to meet some of the others who had been recruited and Smokestep wagged his tail at this with a swift nod of his head. “Aye, ye should. The crew ought to be familiar wit each other,” he affirmed vocally and offered an encouraging smile to the red-furred wolf at his side. The two walked a little ways further and Smokestep's single ear swiveled to meet his words and found it odd that he would speak so little of his travels.

“Well don't hold out on me, lad,” Smokestep urged indignantly, “what have ye got out there? Any prospects? Anyone ye'd like ta bring aboard?” For all that the Captain was, he enjoyed the talks of gossip and drama. More than this, he was always looking for new prospects, and would prefer to be given a direction as opposed to be trekking inland on his own.