Stavanger Bay Noises closing in from all sides warning all the ways to die

Whether or not the Cairn liked having a bodyguard, Tetsubo was loyal to the ideals of his true master. If Smokestep knew what was best, he would accept the situation as an inflexible certainty. He was an agent of order - a dog sent from the captain's father - and Tetsubo did not consider that such an action would be met with any resistance.

He kept busy watching the boy. He monitored the scents on the wind, investigated the territory when given leave to do so, but was all business all the time. The beast was certain in his own convictions; he was here to protect and serve, and until Smokestep gave him direct orders (or the elder master arrived) he was left to his own solitary devices. Currently he was lurching along the beach with his broad skull lowered to mere inches over the sand - following scents, prowling, until he found a collection of markings that spoke to him.

Then, like a sea lion sun bathing, he dropped to his belly and rolled about. The sand shifted beneath his mighty weight and excessive activity, and when he rose up from the grains he was dust-streaked, but carried the Cairn scent.
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