Stavanger Bay And in the moonlight, all we're wearing is each other.

The nickname—Cyclops—was fitting for such a creature. He wasn’t all too sure whether if the so-called Northern Terror was a wolf or not, but Umbra’s classifier of her as an enemy gave him the notion.

Ignoring Sunhawk’s humor, Tahoe listened to the tale. He remained unsure about believing it, though he buried any further inquiries. Sunhawk’s theatrics only made him believe it was an exaggeration. A younger version of himself would’ve found amusement in observing such a frivolous re-enactment, but alas, his humor had long run dry. Umbra affirmed the story, but offered no more details—this was something he noted to ask about later on. After all, Umbra’s enemies were now his own.

Whatever the case was, it wouldn’t hurt to.. keep an eye out for Miss Cyclops.

..Interestin’. So it seems you do. He replied in a half-mumble. Anyway, good t’meet you, Sunhawk.