Stavanger Bay hyperparadise

Aesop looked between the two of them, less than impressed with the show of maturity from the older wolf. He wished that the stranger would have the decency to at least pretend to be an adult. The youth's imitation was a bit much for him, and so he spoke up. "For fucks- ya'll need to put those tongues back in before I make you wish you had," he tutted, still unsettlingly calm. Now that he had a clear picture of exactly what this was, a misunderstanding, he just wanted to smooth things over with the two younger wolves and then be on his merry way to check out the sea.

"Longevity," he offered to the boy, glancing between them. "I think it don't matter too much how long we've been here. Ya'll got issues, and we're gonna solve 'em here and now and walk away friends, alright?" Maybe that was aiming a little high, though.

First he addressed the youngest of the pair. "First, I think you gotta apologize to our buddy here, who was just tryin' to have a nice swim. Don't think he was plannin' on a Spanish Inquisition. So go on," Aesop prompted, before turning then to the stranger. "And you, kid, best apologize for your cheek. And then I think we should all agree to forgive an' forget, yeah?" That sounded reasonable to him. With any luck, he would have this all smoothed over soon, and they both would have learned a thing or two.