Stavanger Bay wild and water take us both

The other male seemed to appraise the territory as he made his way along Smokestep's side. The pale yearling felt a sting of pride that erupted in his chest like fire. The bay was nestled in a tight little guarded speck of land. The sands were beautiful and lush, while the high rocks protected them from many outside visitors that were not considered welcome. Water flowed through various small rivers from the emerald trees that marked a forested area. Within, there were a few caves and caverns that would provide suitable homes for the crew. The waters brought fresh fish and crustaceans to the shore frequently. It was more than enough to sustain those who would live within it. Smokestep had only been surprised that another had not attempted to lay claim to the land before he had returned.

“Oi, yer not wrong. This is yer home, mate; the ship. The rest o' the crew ye'll see mullin' about. If yer a fisher, ye'll find the waters have got all ye need. Yer bird'll like the trees, I'm sure,” he showed each location with a point of his muzzle. Smokestep wondered how much of a tour Brig would need before he'd feel comfortable moving around inside of the pack. There wasn't much more to explain to the place; there were a few tucked away treasures that most were unaware of, but with enough searching would become well-known.