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

"Perhaps another time, for a spar." While she wanted the man to practice hunting, he also did not look like one where it was a specialty. Rather, structure gave off more of the warrior path then one of the holy man, but nontheless he took the latter much to her annoyance, and could only hope he picked more merc. techniques then scriptures.

There would be a day she would like to spar with each and one of them, but at the moment Umbra thought the focus would better be toward the pack itself and it's structure. Gain a worthy border where others won't enter and enough forces to survive for the winter, and it seems along the way without her knowing, Wintersbane was also gaining a few allies and doing a few pacts.

"I will be impressed if you do." Sharks were tricky depending on size, and she knew not even in a group could they successfully land for the biggest one. They were tricky in water, and as creatures who could not breathe in the sea, barely sea by the salt that stained their eyes, before they would know it, the waves would be stained by her blood. If the man could truly grab a shark, she would be quite shocked.

"I will leave you to your prayers." With that being said, Umbra nodded to the man as she gave a weekly task for him to do, and if not mentioning anything else, she would return to the borders.