Stavanger Bay Pour me some moonshine

It was rare enough to find beings willing to come so close to the bay - but these two did not cower before him, and that earned them some points. Although he was ready and willing to take them out if they showed the slightest offense, Tetsubo had learned since his arrival that he could not merely remove those that crossed near the territory. It helped his case that the first mate was missing in action — although less so once the strangers began to speak, and mentioned not only his master, but the missing crew-woman.

He was silent following their statement; perhaps he was mulling over the possibilities, looking for lies, hoping he had the opportunity still to devour and reign carnage upon them — but he took one look at the man, then a quick once-over of the woman, and seemed almost bored with the situation. The gargoyle breathed deeply and found their scent was not salty like the ocean (more so than he would expect from travellers, anyways) but it was layered with many other scents, primarily other wolves. He wondered if this was merely a trick to gain access to the bay. 

Then again, if it was, Tetsubo would gladly welcome the opportunity to prove his worth to his master. He was eager for the taste of blood upon his tongue, or the feeling of bones crunching to the power of his jaws — he exhaled, seemingly irritated, but then said: I will take one of you to him. The other must stay behind.
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