Ravensblood Forest The village school is cold and still.

Umbra followed the Saltlord out of curiosity, she didn't try much to hide her presence, nor' made herself known. The two weren't well-acquainted, yet he accepted her so as a Sealord that she had always desired so. Out of respect to the man, did she try to mark the borders more prominently then would she on her own, and even threw thoughts of dictatorship out the window. Satisfied with how it was, to throw him off the throne was no longer needed. Though even back-then that was only a lacking thought if she didn't achieve the previous rank of Saltqueen.

Surprisingly, gained loyalty that so far, the kraken had only placed in Sunhawk. Trust was hard to gain, for any and all would prove to be nuisances in the end, or traitors to the kind. Wary of Moor, and any else who would join Ironclan, and thus she watched them with a keen stormy eye. Constant scrutinizing.

When she arrived to the scene that was another wolf, but the two spoke vaguely of a language she heard. There was another fellow that seemed to speak the liking, and Umbra and him had clashed in fangs that day. She wasn't sure if it was the same, but then again, majority of foreign languages sounded similar. 

Umbra only knew the common-tongue.

The Sealord watched a bit away from them, once more not hiding her presence, but looking at the other with a bit of hostility. Her stance was guarded, preparing for the worst outcome.

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