Wheeling Gull Isle Oh won't you come with me,

"I do believe in the sport of hunting, but not wastefulness. We eat what we hunt." The thought of leaving them to waste for the scavengers gave a scornful snort from the Sealord. While she thought of the fun and risk of taking down these lions of the sea, there would be no waste once the game was done. To eat what you kill, and to take the power they once had- something she remembered that was told to her. She wondered why it was reminded now, and not when she had taken the eye of the other.. Devouring their power would've been a plus to gain in that situation.

"I hope we continue being allies then." Umbra wasn't too keen on the thoughtline, but she didn't want trouble, especially with being so weak as a group itself. The more backing she held, the safer her claim to be, and the revenge getting closer to her thought. Little did she know that the group she sought against was over in due time, but the cliff she wanted, was claimed.

"Do you know any other packs around the area? I'd like to get acquainted." On the same thought-line, she asked the Empress and second-in-command about the neighboring groups. Perhaps it would be wise to seek out even more comfort in allies.