Stavanger Bay This point

O’Mally had been faithfully behind the skull masked woman. His fur the purest of whites as usual and he doesn’t seem to be at all worried about the skull Vanity carries in her maw. By then he would know the situation, assuming she told him on the way back. Still, he wouldn’t speak of it unless specifically asked. 

Though as they finally make they’re way back to the coast, he missed the stench of the sea air. It’s not really a good one, but it is a familiar one. So as a figure comes towards them his baby blues flick over to none other than Umbra — their now Alpha.

As she speaks to Vanity, he nods and decides to speak as well. “Yes, God guided our journey back to our coast. It was quick and easy.”