Stavanger Bay The coffin-bangers were about to arrive.

Like Wintersbane, she too caught the smell of someone unknown. He wasn't the salt that the clan had gained, nor' someone she knew, and so the kraken skulked over behind the mountainous man of northern colors. He had gotten to the punch, but as the Sealord, she came to a backup. Ebony fur gently riffled with tail swaying high in the air, she kept a raging glaring eye of an attempt of intimidation.

Many were visiting Ironclan for the past few days, some joining, some not. Faster, Umbra thought, that they needed to claim even further to prevent intruders, such as him.