Stavanger Bay 8 dogs 8 banjos (Optional Packtivity)

The child introduced herself as Chusi complete with a polite little bow of her head in a manner that Arturo found to be quite adorable and also commendable. Manners were something that the gangster put much stock on and the fact that the girl had showed them appeased Arturo greatly. “It is a pleasure, Miss Chusi,” Arturo murmured to her, giving her a fond look. She had arrived with Szymon but the gangster understood that the girl was far too old to belong to him and his new mate: the Atoll. Yet, he did not see any parent for no doubt if she still had her's they would be lingering close by. He almost asked her where his parents were, but the opportunity was lost when a sprite of a young woman approached them. For a moment, the gangster's shoulders stiffened with tension, torn between keeping his composure and placing himself between the startled child and the stranger. Yet, she had been invited for she smelled of the neighboring pack, and she did not show any hostility towards Chusi, which eased the gangster's stiff posture seconds later. Deducing that she was not a threat to the child, Arturo took a moment to study her, and her fascinating coat patterns. Her coat was ink and scarfed with silver. Arturo was nothing if not appreciative of beautiful things and there was no doubt that the woman speaking to Chusi was beautiful, strikingly so, the gangster admitted to himself.

And when she sung! Her melodious voice was just as beautiful as she was. Arturo was struck and captivated. The gangster's head rose from Chusi as the girl did her own little jig to the Donnelaith woman's song, her tiny butt wiggling in an amusing manner that made a soft, affectionate snort of amusement leave Arturo. “Very elegant and beautiful, Chusi,” The gangster cooed to the girl, showering her with his attention and praise as he would have his own daughters. He was helpless as she unintentionally exploited his weakness. Oh yes, he saw his children in her but he also didn't (recognizing that, of course, she was not his child). It made him want more children with a fierce longing. It had been easy to ignore when his focus had been intent on claiming the Isle and then on being useful to Skellige while he (Arturo) planned and tried to deal with the parasite that was Riptide. Arturo barely noticed that Doe herself had begun to dance to the scarfed woman's song, joined by the pallid woman who sat close to him, Chusi and the dark, scarfed woman. His gaze went to her for a moment to see her swaying to the beat as well.

“I'm more of a spectator than a dancer, I must admit,” Arturo admitted, his attention focusing upon Chusi once more when she pleaded to share her story. Despite that she hadn't strictly been speaking to him Arturo murmured encouragingly: “Go ahead, Chusi. Share your story.” all the same, his head rising a moment later to offer @Lotte a charming grin.