Stavanger Bay Alone and Confused, Infected and Abused.

There was tension in his body that needed to be relieved; a great aggression, and a hunger. When Skellige gave the order to pursue the injured creature — to test her mettle — he felt his face contort with an uncontrollable sneer. The graceless boy sat there, feeling the blood flowing hot in his veins, grinning malevolently despite not realizing the distortion of his appearance, and when given the signal of her retreat he chose to lunge. Clearly the injured woman was not interested in sticking around, for she tried her best to backpedal and to escape — but Tetsubo was in fine form. He launched himself after her and, with a sound that was closer to a demented hyena's giggle than anything, followed close to her haunch and snapped whenever he was near enough. He did not outright kill her - but only because Skellige had not wished it. A part of Tetsubo was thirsty for the taste of their life upon the tongue; yet without the express permission of his master, he would hold back.