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

Umbra did not see herself as evil, though nor' was she any close to being good. She was a selfish creature, a kraken by the sea that only wanted her own achievements, her own power, and her own destiny. She care not, to who is harmed in the way, or the enemies to be made. A word of snap, was easy for the short-tempered wolf, but she wasn't blindly stupid, especially since her leg was broken from but a whimsical visit to the cliff.

She wouldn't make that mistake again.

"O'Mally, it is a interesting name," she said, "do you normally live by the sea?" As the Sealord, was one of the waves and the darkness that came with the abyssal waters, she was all too familiar with the ocean beside them. However, not everyone was the same, as some were not used to the taste of the saltwater, or the comfort of warm sand by the summer light. 

He did not seem like a seafang.