Blackbeak Bluff Stars are shining bright,

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. 

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