Stavanger Bay Pour me some moonshine

Leaving it up to you re: who he herds off.

Resistance was futile. As soon as they began to protest, the beast rumbled a low warning. He would not take no for an answer, and it was clear by the way he suddenly pushed off the sand and forced himself too close; he did not grab at either of them, but the sharp manner of his involvement could've been misconstrued as an assault regardless. He placed himself close and then swerved according to their reactions, forcing one of the opposing bodies towards the claimed lands while dissuading the other.

After this momentary violence passed, he regarded the two of them cooly, and then glanced to the woman Erzulie — I will take one to the Cairn, and in his glare he wordlessly assured that the other messenger would stay with the witch-woman.
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