Stavanger Bay Cradles in the trees,

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She noted all but one, and did not mind. The call was sudden and with urgency, but she expected @Moor to arrive at this sound in moments. As long as she heard so, none of it would matter too much, "Listen well," she commanded to them, a cold eye toward those who came. There wasn't many to the Ironclan, but it was but a start.

"Wintersbane has left, and the reigns now belong to I." A simple announcement she started off, giving a moment of silence for everyone to gauge a reaction before continuing on, "and there will be some changes, including ranks, names.. Which I will let you choose from." 

In general, Umbra was never the biggest fan of 'Ironclan,' but she enjoyed the meaning so. It was but a tight group, ironbound to the clan, a clever concept by the man himself, by the name never rung as mighty to her. If it was hers, well.. She had an idea, however at the same time, it wasn't not her original group.

"We can keep part of it, and call ourselves Ironstorm.. Or my preference, Stormbound. It is your choice." 

"You may leave, or stay, I will not hold it against you." As the Sealord gave two names to decide upon; she also let that slip by. The factor was, they pledged not to herself, but to man who left, Wintersbane. As much as Umbra would despise losing members, she understood much about loyalty, and only, wanted loyalty to herself.

The day he came back, well.. She would deal with it then.