Umbra had healed nicely, though there was a visible mark upon her shoulder. Like teeth, a reminder to what she had lost at the cliff, and something the seafang would wish to bring back. This was a cliff, but it was not her cliff; yet, could not return to it. The area was near another, pesky individuals, she was nothing without a group to back herself up.

The kraken was also nobody here, who would follow someone such as herself? She huffed, and held a scowl upon her dark features. She needed power somehow, somewhere.. Should she lower herself to join a measly pack? Be at the bottom, again? It displeased her so, and disgusted her all the same. 

Expand all options, before then.

Umbra lifted a brow at the sudden friendliness she was greeted with. So far since coming to this place, she was beaten, then offered help only to be nearly attacked again, and ended up alone. Though there was Sunhawk, who was friendly in his own way, but their circumstances didn't led to the best marriage counseling. Now she was stuck with him, one way or another..

This was a rare occassion where she was alone. Though not for long it seemed.

"Greetings," she answered nonchallantly, perhaps rather cold with an intimdation to her presence. Naturally so, the seafang was never the friendliest of wolves, or else she wouldn't have been so beat up. Though she knew she wasn't on claimed lands, or Umbra wouldn't have stepped even close to the cliff.

"What brings you here?" the kraken inquired.

"I am Umbra." She greeted cooly, following her gaze over her shoulder. Was she expecting someone? It didn't come to mind that the other presumed the seafang was not alone, because she was always alone. Even with Sunhawks company, none of it mattered, because she counted him just as baggage, not a companion.

"Do you live near these lands?" If it was just a stroll, like the gray-slated man did, she presumed this fair-maiden was also a common wolf to here. She smelled like others, but the kraken could not detect a variety of them, only just a few companions, if not none.

"With others?" A brow of raised, as she directly asked if Wraen was from a pack or not. Perhaps it was wise to know more of who was around, especially since there was one so close to her cliff. 

"I choose a cliff further down." It wasn't a home, not yet, not until she gains more might, a force to her name. But it was where she chose to live, with our without others, it was what she wanted. But the seafang was denied.. She might as well take a peak, later, to enjoy what would be hers eventually.

"It is a pack, if you count it as one." A group of three was just a pack as any other, it was a group of wolves, that is what defined what a Pack was. Though they were only few in number, Umbra could only imagine how hard it would be to defend the territory, as she had with the cliffs previously. Only one wolf, and she could not hold her ground.

"Maybe one day," but at the moment, she was no one, and trusted no one, "but I am alone," Sunhawk did not count. He was not a companion (at the time), so she truly counted the situation was a 'lone wolf.'

"I simply liked it." She liked it, so the kraken claimed so.

"You are a strong wolf." Umbra easily deducted, as Wraen spilled a small part of her history. However, unstable. A wolf who moved around a lot could not be too loyal, but also quick enough to crawl their way into the ranks. Impressive, but worrisome to others. The kraken wondered if there was more to it- but did not ask.

"It is something I prefer not to discuss with strangers," the seafang said rather coldly, but buntly. It is a story shared between comrades, not someone she just met.

"You know much of these lands?" As Umbra didn't divulge her own history, she didn't inquire about Wraen's. Though she was curious if the other was born here, as she claimed to been through a lot. Perhaps some exchange of information, the best that the kraken could provide was the wolves near the coast.

"You seem like a sealord- a leader." They talked like a monk, someone who experienced a lifetime of things. Umbra has had her own issues in the past, but more war-hungry then of a lifetime of issues. She didn't have friends, only enemies, and those she scorns with a passion.

"I suppose you will have your own pack eventually?"

It was definitely an eye-raiser to the kraken when the other denied their own pack. She would think with someone with expertise under their belt, it would be but a simple task. Perhaps the loner life was more suited, but with so much experience and skills to give, Umbra thought it was a pure waste.

Each to their own, she supposed.

"I as well, Wraen," there was only few that the seafang could say she particular liked. It was a nice conversation, for the wilds of this world, "farwell."