Stavanger Bay teach our bodies: haunt the cause

Her smile mirrored his own and he felt himself fall into a homebody-like peace. His eyes roamed over her, making sure that she was well enough – fed and without mark – and noticed that she had taken cuts to herself that appeared to have come from another wolf. Smokestep narrowed his brows as she explained her treks with Raptor and drew his tongue along his muzzle with some interest at the crab, but still she did not seem to mention that she had found herself at the hand of someone who had wished her harm. A small voice in the back of his mind had fallen to his sable-pelted friend and he wondered if Raptor really had gotten his way with Sandpiper or if the marks were from another.

“That's all, eh?” he prompted with a quirk of his brow. “Did the trumpet give ye those?” The pale creature gestured to her muzzle with his own and then smirked at her with a peculiar expression painted to his face. “I have been busy, right. We need the crew to be strong, aye? I'll go out and scout fer more soon,” he affirmed and swung his tail to bat against her softly. “So... what happened? Ye lose a fight wit a shark?”