Stavanger Bay We'll sing the song of the sea,

Ah, so she is his alphess. He thinks uselessly connecting two and two together. She seems much more devious than the noble Wintersbane, but he has yet to see their true colors. For all he knows they could be pleasant on the outside and ugly on the inside — murderers, sinners, irrational, disgusting wolves tainted by the devil himself. But he’s not one to judge so quickly. 

So he nods curtly to her. “Ah, I see.” A quick pause. “Then it’s a pleasure. I’m O’Mally Valentine. I hope to be an asset to the two of you and to this pack as a whole. Call on me at anytime, I insist.” Comes his own thoughtful reply.