Stavanger Bay Cradles in the trees,

O’Malley is prideful even though too much of that is a horrid sin — one of the seven deadliest at least. He stands tall and around before the group, but not challengingly so. He listens respectfully as Umbra, his new alpha, speaks of the absence of the grand Windtersbane. If anything he’s only moderately surprised, after all, he doesn’t know the guy all that well.

So he’s nodding vaguely as she comes with the new name and mentions changing some things. Something he’s completely on board with. Change is good. Then his ears twitch and swivel on his glacial crown and he side eyes Vanity. “Stormbound?” He hums out, parroting the two females words. “I like it.” Is his easy decision. Allowing his eyes to land on Umbra once more.