Stavanger Bay Cradles in the trees,

O’Mally hears the call, but does he stop everything that he’s doing to scramble to it? No. He does lift his head from his reverent praying though, finishing the player that flowed easily through his mind he finally stands. He does have to answer it, for he has pledged himself to them. Though he has no knowledge of Wintersbane’s swift departure from the group he just sees it as a regular meeting. 

Making his way there he sees a smaller group and quickly assumes it’s the rest of the pack he hasn’t met. Or at least one of them is. His eyes flick to the head honcho of the bunch, then to Vanity, then to another he does not know. So languidly trotting up to them he slows to a walk and stops all together beside Vanity. Offering the dangerous woman a quick glance of his baby blues before settling them on their leader.