The stone dog moves from his watching point. Having remained stationary for over a good hour he scares a couple that had chosen to laydown and watch the stars nearby. A muscular guy walking out of the shadows when you think your alone can do that. Taking a deep breath of their fear, sickly sweet, like a rotting pumpkin. Fu scratches off the gate's nickname as the taste of fear fades in his mind.
Giving the couple a toothy grin he turns and starts walking towards the next gate on his list. Stone fingers tapping lightly at his side as he hums a new song from work.