Stavanger Bay In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found

"All those names are useless here." She watched the rather ugly appearance of the sand flying and the bristling of him so. He explained so many names, defending them, and a son of a Warlord of sorts- but all were but foreign to her, and none of that mattered. As impressive as it may be, when she looked around and smelled the air, there was only faint traces of another upon him, meaning he was utterly alone, and those packs were far in the past.

The Sealord saw him as a spitfire, "It is up to you," Umbra replied calmly, "simply ask, if you desire to."

She wouldn't force someone, even if they were desperate. Nor' would she beg for them to. If he wanted to join their clan by the bay, she would need him to properly ask of her.