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

O’Mally is unbothered by her slight attitude. Rather he’s entertained by it. He is surprised when she graciously tunes it down just a notch, but when she mentions the Saltking and another’s scent on him he is confused at first. Settling for a quirk of a brow at the interesting woman. Her posture is still one of dominance and it seems she demands respect as she looks upon him. 

He will give her what she desires because it seems that she too works with the man he realizes she references as Wintersbane. He keeps his body stature neutral and his tail relaxed at his hocks.

“I am. I spoke to him about your pack. I told him I wished to join since I am new to these lands and he let me.” Comes his calm and informative response. He tilts his head just a pinch. “You are a part of the pack as well it seems. What rank do you hold?”