Stavanger Bay with the salt on our skin

Sorry its so short. Getting to the point!

There were things discussed that Tetsubo did not understand, nor would he make any great effort to understand them; it mattered little. If he was instructed to stand there and be painted with blood, he would do so. If he had to run alongside these others by the will of Doe — and by proxy that meant the will of Skellige — then he would do it, and he would do it fervently. There was no avoiding the way his body bristled as he was tended to, touched, painted — but then he was free, coated with the strongly scented blood, and left to treat across the beach. Once given the order to do so, he was off — finding the scent upon his fur, the slick sensation, to be satisfactory.