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The cogs of progression were moving and that was a start. Splitting his time between active recruitment, border marking, cache creating and maintain his presence in Blackrock Depths took careful planning. Sometimes, Arturo burned out of daylight. Sometimes he worked into the nights. There truly was no such thing as rest for the wicked he thought with a low, amused snort. Still, it was good to be busy, to be working towards a goal. He had stayed longer in the Depths hospitality than he'd originally intended but it had been necessary while he'd healed from the head injury that had spawned the Sea Witch. It had been a brief time: a month or two at most but it felt too long to Arturo. This time nothing would stand in his way. He did not like being idle and there was a normalcy to be found in the chaos of his new found routine. It was hard work, at that, but nothing ever worth having came easy. This had been proven to him many times in his life. He kept his horizons on his goal and kept pushing forward.

The morning sun was warm across his back as the coywolf made his way along the shifting sands of the Bay, slowing his pace as the sentinels of Donnelaith came into view. He could scent their borders and respectful of them Arturo left a plentiful berth between them and his body. He hoped to run into Chusi again, though he quelled his worry for the girl. She had set her mind to helping him and Arturo had no intention of stopping her. He saw no harm in allowing her to help. It was what she wanted to do and the gangster was not the type of man to discourage a child. Another part of him, the part intrigued by the spell casting effects of the opposite sex almost hoped to glimpse the pretty bard. He thought of her more and more, though likely that was simply because she was tied with Chusi in some ways.

His fiery red-orange gaze like embers set aflame swept over the tall sentinels that rose heavenward just down the beach not initially spotting anyone. Yet, he lingered, turning to face the calm sea, closing his eyes to the gentle sea breeze that left it's briny kiss against his face and along the longer tendrils of his fur. He was not a man of the sea by any means but admittedly it was a nice place to visit from time to time.