Stavanger Bay Everyone knows how to fish...right?

He expects such a reaction from her and he replies to her just as he does to anyone that’s says I’m sorry. Waving her off with a massive paw he shakes his head with a light chuckle. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t kill them.” He hums with a shrug.

Then he moves on to her next question. “Don’t mind at all.” He reassured in a friendly, conversational tone. “Only a few weeks. It’s been interesting so far. I’ve met some interesting people.”

Then he’s standing and his smile becomes sly and devilish in seconds. “You know how to fight? How about a spar?” He asks dropping his upper body into a blah bow, his curly tail waves against his hips.