After winter hit quite early, Norsamu set away from Teekon Wilds and started to head toward more inland, in the hope to find some treasure, rumors by the wind, and warmth of course. However she found herself getting bored as she continued her path away from the wilds, and met no one, nor' heard of anything. The scenary was new as she travelled, but nothing worthy to call a beauty. Truely a shame, as she spend quite a while on her paws before heading toward another direction. That too, was the same result.

Her mind couldn't help but wander back toward the area that seemed infested with wolves. She thought of the Ironsea Pirates, whome disbanded, but let her way to the rum recipe, courtesy of Zigzag. Then a few loners, but then she remembered @Velen, whome was also a pack wolf. Though the only information that was talked upon, was the name, Stormrift. Norsamu didn't know what they were about, or even located, just that they were near the coast. He was an interesting lad too, that she instantly took a liking too. Fun fellow.

She had plans, somewhat, to join those pirates of the Ironsea. She found herself missing the chatter of companions, and enjoying a party to dusk, to dawn, and let their laughter fill the lands. Her family, the Rosen Rogues, had long since passed away by her own paws, and while it was fun to be in her own pace on finding treasures, she still desired for that companionship. Though the plans had faded, and so did the motivation to join a group. What she really cared of was the amount of freedom they were given. She didn't want to be stuck on only the coast, but wander a bit. The group seemed okay with that, so she was more then happy to join them.

She remembered Zigzag mentioned it was nice to always have a home to return to... The behemoth pirate never had that issue, for her home was always with her. Now, however, it simply didn't exist. She couldn't help but admit a longing for one once again. It took a lot of guts to toss her pride away to admit that, but the silent songs of the forests held a gloom, and so did the empty beaches.

So Norsamu set back toward Teekon Wilds. It was winter, and cold as shit to the point she muttered, "well shit,"  and laughed as she set her paws on the sandy beach. The question is, should her interest lie in Stormrift, or somewhere else..? She knew little to nothing about them, but hey, that's how most of her treasure-seeking rumors begin. Aint' nothing but a rumor till' she proves it to be true. So the large maned wolf attempted to locate them, she could smell the makings of a border somewhere around here.

She offered a grin to the fellow giant, "Ahoy!" It was one whom she was not familiar with, but Norsamu remembered the scent of Velen, and he had a familiar one hanging in the air. He was large and muscular, as well had a look of a sour fellow she thought, but discarded it to fill the void with her own charisma with the attempt of a friendly tone. She assumed with the familiarity of smell they were from the pack of wolves she was searching for, and desire to inquire, "ya from Stormrift?"

She of course took no time to ask about it, not wanting to prolong the questions she desires of him. While chatter was pretty nice, the brute before her seemed one who would rather know why she tresspassed then to have a friendly talk. She doesn't mind, of course, it can always come later. If Norsamu stuck around she would be delighted to banter with such a titan.

She continued on with the grin, as the other gazed at her with an unknown expression. She wasn't sure what he attempted to do, but only met his double gaze with her own sunset eyes. She didn't seem to match his height despite being a giant herself, and almost seemed displeased by this factor, but an interest glinted in her eyes. He would seem like a good spar, she thought with a widened, toothy grin. She expressed her own confidence with her head held high and prominant chest, not daring to slink downward in intimidation. Though her confidence and pride always came with sillyness, as pirate cackled her name out, "Name's Norsamu, nice to meet'cha."

"Aye," she agreed after introducing herself, "I am." With a nod, the maned wolf continue, "Heard about ya sea-dwellers from Velen."

"Brother, aye?" Her eyes slowly crossed around his pelt, it became obvious in her expression she didn't believe the simlarities, "ya act whole lotta different." Norsamu bluntly commented with a chuckle. One was quite easy-going and much fun to talk to, though the titan before her was a bit different. He came off cold, she couldn't yet say 'unfriendly,' but hard enough where he was without a laugh for a while until she had mentioned a family member. Only then, did he look a bit friendlier, and more like a companion to chatter with.

"Fun." She plainly said before continuing, "when ya be alone for a while, ya miss the sound of laughter. There ain't no jokes when ya goin' on adventure alone, aye. Companionship, is a lover." Thinking about it, the maned wolf valued her treasure-seeking journeys, but now that she was alone doing it, it wasn't fun anymore. It was at first, but Norsamu never took the treasure with her. Every discovery was a fleeting love, it wasn't the item or scene that gave her energy, it was the journey to it.

"N' rum buddies!" Couldn't forget to drink her fine beverage as she gave a large laugh. She had put some at the bay before leaving, and was curious if it was still hidden in some rocks, or dried out due to the winter times.

"Tis a large litter." She didn't know of how large family trees truly could be, as Norsamu herself was only an orphan. She was picked up by a few rogues out of boredom, and that was the closest she could get to a 'family,' and truly counted them as such. None of them were related, however, and all came together due to similar pasts of hardships and betrayels. She grew up with their stories, and their odd... 'Parenting,' of throwing her off of ledges, and into piles of angry birds, there was more but hey, she grew up fine, probably. So the fact someone had five siblings alone was impressive to her.

"I can give ya some rum recipes if that counts?" Norsamu cackled loudly and joked with the brute, "a delicious beverage for the seaside." She could see that the one before her wasn't really a 'Pirate,' to say, and may not enjoy such alcoholic drink, but its 'giving back to the pack.' She knew the meaning behind what he said, probably. Though offering some insight to new food and drinks was always a pleasant discussion, and she was more then happy to have a drunken conversation with another giant.

"Aye lad, sounds like a ride." Quite serious, but sounds somewhat cool. She can do that, probably. Though real question is, what weakness's does she have for herself... Norsamu is relucant to name any. There was a lot of 'probablies' for today. She always tended to wing things.

"Thank ya." She achieved the acceptance, and managed to get in ranks with the Stormrift gang. Her old pals, were one of loud and rough words, without an ounce of nobility like Ford before her, or delicacy. She has met others, and realized of the differents ways people spoke and acted, but never did she stuck around, to truly call them a 'crew' of her own. So she was excited, to gain companions once more to joke and laugh about, but she held a deep doubt, that refused to come to thought; if they don't meet what she desires, what will she do?

Well if anything, just give em' some rum and party for the nights. Sounds good, aye? "Sounds interestin' lad, got ya own culture? Good for ya." She knew of cultures, but didn't parcitipate in any. Her mind joked of neptune and poseidon, and the gods of the air, but really only slang she picked up. Norsamu didn't rely on any godly beings, nor' prayed to the heavens or had any traditions. She only knew some, for they helped the lore behind the rumors. What was being a mermaids tear, one says? They cry from a sailors heartbreak, and the harpies feathers drop as they feast on the heartbroken. Culture and rumors in her mind, were intertwined, but never experienced. Hoped it wasn't something lame as hell.

"Hell yeah laddy, tis' the good stuff. When ya fruit be here, we can feast!" Her last words outside of the territory, before officially stepping forward, and becoming one of the Stormrifts.