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Would she have been a snake he would have long since been bitten. The sound of the pale girl's approach had went unnoticed by the gangster, whom in rare form, had allowed himself to focus upon the sea and how he would not miss it. Partially because he would be able to visit, but mostly because he was not a sea-faring beast. The woman: Lagertha had been right. Arturo did not belong with the Depth wolves. At least, not as one of them. Skellige and him made good allies but Arturo without Riptide's aid could not integrate himself into their strange ways. Her pallid fur stood out in stark contrast against the earthen backdrops of the landscape around them and when he did notice her, his fiery red-orange gaze swept over her, assessing her for a few moments. It was true that she had taken him by some surprise but the gangster did not feel threatened. “Beautiful, isn't it?” He posed the simple inquiry to her, gesturing with his muzzle towards the ocean that spread out, vast, before them.