Sea Lion Shores like the day before

Arturo had slipped from the borders of Blackrock Depths, merging from Stavanger Bay into the unclaimed Sea Lion Shores. It was the quickest way to Ravensblood Forest — cutting through the sands, skirting around the Gyrfalcon's Keep where the winding serpents tail of the Takoda River would lead him into the dark forest fortified by the tall sentinel of spires along the southern and northern borders of Ravensblood Forest. Soon to be the home of his Teaghlaigh. Making the trek back and forth was not always easy and there were nights where the gangster would spend within the dark confines of the forest. More and more of his time would be spent there in the coming weeks. He would not let this territory be stolen from him as the Isle had been. He would not ask Skellige to shelter him again while he licked his wounds. The next wounds that Arturo would be licking, if there were to be any, they would not be on his pride. He would fight tooth and claw for the forest he intended to make home and abandon all hope ye who dare to steal it from him.

He would not so easily relinquish the territory. It would be his death or the opposer this time around. Arturo gave the sunbathing sea lions a wide berth, careful not to aggravate the large sea dogs. It was then that movement: dark and far too slim and canine in shape to be a sea lion caught his attention. Fiery, orange-red gaze took in the large beast that lay, allowing the waves to splash over his paws. A chuff was given to announce his presence though the gangster had slowed his approach, stopping so there was plenty of respectable distance between the two of them, though now that he was (somewhat) closer he found that he was impressed by the musculature that was present beneath fur weathered clearly by age.