Stavanger Bay gangnam style

Arturo offered a contemplative, albeit silent nod to Szymon when the younger Cairn stuttered about growing stronger. In a way, it reminded the coywolf of his mother's favorite saying: what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Perhaps in this the two of them were right. Riptide did not bring with him Arturo's death but it was up to Arturo to find the strength to rid himself of the blight of the Sea Witch. For now, he would have to suffer the episodes that would trigger the selective amnesia and alternate personality. For now, he would have to regain his strength. “Thank you,” Arturo offered the pale man with a grateful dip of his head. “I will keep that in mind.” Yet, Arturo was not the type of man that asked for help. Whether it was insufferable pride or the desire to suffer on his own without inflicting his problems onto other wolves was anyone's guess. Perhaps, in some semblance, it was a unsightly combination of both. He could handle this drawback as he handled all the others. He could handle it because he had no choice.