Stavanger Bay he finds wings

i would be disappointed if you told me otherwise. wintersbane murmurs at her remark regarding the bay and the lack of kindness he would find settling upon it. to be ironclan is to be ironwilled. i already know the sea will test us plenty. wintersbane assures her. one had to have a similar will to live upon the cold and unforgiving mountains, as well. there was no promise of safety to be found upon either place: seabay or spire.

not even the vale had been kind.

and if the whispers of the birds are to be believed, trouble's been brewing in these wilds. though, as best as wintersbane can deduce: it has yet to find its way to the coast; unaware as he was that the 'trouble pack' hua spoke of was the brewing trouble the birds whispered of.

with luck and hard work, ironclan might be the pack to weather the storms the bay can throw at us. but only time would tell, of course.

was he proud?

yes. the tundrian replies unabashedly.