Stavanger Bay saltwater running through my veins

well, thank ye :)

Embry had heard the female before she had addressed him, but he could not bring himself to peel away his gaze from that horizon. So, he remained planted until she drew near enough that it would be particularly impolite not to acknowledge her; a time in which he stood and faced her with a light smile in greeting. He could tell that this was a familiar routine for the she, and for a moment he felt as though perhaps he had intruded. In truth, he was still getting accustomed to having a pack and being welcome to other wolves.

Nevertheless, he was extremely pleased to have the opportunity to meet fellow members of Stormrift. The fact that she wanted to spar made this feel almost like that of a dream. There was no better setting, and this fae was no less suiting for the scene.

"It depends." He grinned and stretched out his back; tawny pelt rippling. "If I win, will you tell me what they call you here?"