Stavanger Bay Where the moon is made of gold,

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Umbra wasn't a fool to not notice @Vanity and @O'Mally's days of disappearance. While one had mentioned the departure of a trip on a lowkey statement as she took Kore away for a talk of sorts, a curiosity brewed within. She wondered what they were doing especially by bringing another, it caused a bit of suspicions from her, as it was not stated what in particular they were doing. It may not have been her business, but as the times were growing tougher, she felt it was needed.

They were back, but as being a natural skeptic to betrayal, she held a few suspicions against them. The only one's she truly gave heart to was @Sunhawk and @Tahoe at the moment, finding the two the closest she could call as companions, with @Kore in the mixture. While she nodded in approval to the white amazonian, there was still an underlying of distrust from simple unknown. They did not know each other, yet. Then there was also @Moor, who disappeared.

The Stormbound wolf felt there was much to be done; especially as they were weakened. She wanted to set out for possible scouting and recruitment to the band of stormborn wolves, but alas, with the way it was, she felt reluctant to leave the borders. Disgruntled, there was a stormy kraken walking along the beach.

It seemed the welcome wagon had dispersed, and all the pretty ladies with it. Sunhawk would be inattentive not to pick up on the dwindling scents. A shame he hadn't a chance to spread out the Sunhawk charm before they all left. Who knows, it might soften the prickly bedside manner Umbra was known to employ.

Speaking of the Kraken, there she was walking down the beach with a literal angry cloud fuming overhead. Sunhawk eyed that figurative stormcloud warily. He never knew how to address the Scary Lady. She was a lot like Wylla to him. Thorny exterior, even thornier teeth.

Sunhawk decided he would avoid getting to close to both for now. "Greetings, m'Kraken. You look as deadly as ever." Sunhawk extolled lavishly with a bow. "I see somethings got your butt all in a tizzy. Who we taking an eye from today?" Not him he hoped.

"It is not as easy as I thought, claiming and forming a pack." All jokes aside she confessed to him that thought. It was easy to see how weak they were, and the numbers thinned with but a border hard to maintain.. She held hope however, but as someone not too friendly to the masses, recruitment was something to be at odds. Her stormy cloud thundered as she grunted at the thought.

"There is also some enemies.. Did you gain some, on your adventure?" While she held an ally to Yuelong, and the thought to gain more as at her mind, the issue was she also had a few enemies. Whoever that group by the cliff was called, the Sealord would need to find out eventually. Information was key, and if there was a day a scout was to be gained in the warrior mixture, she knew what their first mission would be.

Though since this man was gone for so long.. What kind of troubles did he do?

Sunboy could preach to that. Forming a pack was a hard business, like sneaking booze during the prohibition or taking care of someone else's baby. Either way, you always ended up cleaning someone's vomit.

His brow quirked up. Enemies? Who could hate him? "Only the cyclops." He'd forgotten about his brush with the Saints until now. "Oh, and some really freaky blood cult guys that nearly killed me. No idea what their problem is. Who did you manage to make mad?"

Sunhawk shared everything he could with Umbra, the two of them walking down the beach like bosom-buddies.