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

He shook the majority of the sand from his coat with a few motions of his head, the bulk of his coat shifting like the mane of a mighty lion. Bits of seaweed layered and tangled in the fur of his back but he did not appear mindful of this, and likely wouldn't have cared to any vain degree anyways. At this point, he was oblivious to the onlooker — although the same could be said for her. Unless she were to confront him (or magically become a member of the family he was bound to serve) there was no reason why the creature would take notice.

He began to stride along the beach within moments. The sea's raucous edge swept along the beach and out again, and the wind pulsed, buffering him with cold spring air; then, turning to regard the sea, he observed it until the quiet of the moment was broken by the shriek of a bird. Gulls were swooping at something in the water but he could not tell what it was, and soon lost interest.

It seemed like a peaceful day—and here he was, itching for something to happen so that he would have a purpose again. Things were supposed to change once he'd found the Cairn boy. He had expected orders, some form of command, but so far Tetsubo had been left to his own devices and that, in the long run, would be detrimental for everyone.
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