Stavanger Bay nobody makes me bleed my own blood

"Very well, Moor." Though perhaps rude, Umbra knew that Ironclan needed more to their ranks. Overtime should she prove herself, and if not, the kraken was ready to throw her out. Especially since she mentioned while being alone, was a guard to the leaders and their born. Useful, for the upcoming season.

She knew well enough, that a major reason to start a pack was for that privilege. She too, would wish to born mighty fine warriors to her name.

"Our leader, the Saltking, is Wintersbane. He is a large man, found somewhere on this beach." While accepting her so, she gave the name of the formal leader. It was simply assumed that she had the power to accept others- especially counting herself being second to him.