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It does not surprise him to gain the full attention of the stranger. If he is trying to worm his way in, talking to the others would be a good idea. Given guidelines on how to treat the other, the brute eases a step or two closer to make the conversation a little more lax. The rest of him remains stiff and stoic, a warrior’s stance, as he sizes up the outsider.
 
“I’m Arlo, gona,” he introduces with a twitch of his tail. “I was born in it,” he answers after a beat. It had been a different name at his birth, and transformed into what it is now, but still, he feels the same. “I was not raised by the sea, though,” he adds though nothing more than a minor detail when it comes to what they encompass, especially since he has been returned to the salty waters.