Firestone Hot Springs And it's keeping me up at night, and it's keeping me up, oh

The pirate’s hunt for the missing Ava had taken him further inland than he had dared to go previously. Smokestep had been so closely tied to the coast since his arrival that he had mostly forgotten about all the land that existed before the ocean and sandy shores. Of course, the missing girl’s scent was stale and had only been in that area for a short while. His coat bristled at the thought. There were other aromas that had fallen overtop of her scent – some passing through and others sticking around for a while – but he could still tell that she had been there and that she was alive. Once he returned home, he would confirm to his sister that the girl had left them, and it had been more than long enough for her to be given a chance to return; Ava was a deserter of the crew. She would be hunted down, as was the law of the pirates.
 
Another scent caught his attention. It had changed some; there were new aspects to her smell than there had been upon first meeting her. Smokestep trekked further into the springs before he caught sight of the female and a smile curled his dark lips upward. The pallid young Captain could not refrain from swinging his tail so wildly from side to side that his entire rear end seemed to shimmy. “Wraen!” he barked and trotted toward her.