Gilded Bay The Cool Seaspray

The stranger returned his greeting, rising and turning to face Smokestep's approach. The pallid corsair flagged his tail once before increasing his pace through the sands to close the distance between them. His long strides made little time of the attempt, and he approached the agouti male with a surefooted swagger. The pirate closed his crimson eye into a squint and peered at the other male with a ghostly argent optic. This action caused his face to swing dramatically to one side and cast a crooked smirk on his features – the expression was trademark for the wily sea hound.

“Ahoy, lad,” Smokestep drawled. His pink tongue slipped from between his teeth and he wiped it across the whiskers on his muzzle and his dark lips. The water continued to beat against the shore without care, spraying the young wolf with saline and the breath of the ocean.