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

The snowy pelted wolf doesn’t even blink when she snorts disrespectfully about his god. Rather he smiles. “And why is that? Has he betrayed you?” He asks then, genuinely curious but sure she will be cryptic and not tell.

Yet she’s quickly meeting him with another question. He doesn’t back down from her challenge of wit. She’s testing him. Is he strong enough to join Ironclan? He’s much stronger than she thinks. His mental fortitude is uncanny and his physical strength is just as fair — even though he prefers other methods over fighting. 

So he nods once. “I’m fair at catching fish. Probably could use a bit more work, but practice is always an option no? I can catch any land animal you give me though. With enough encouragement of course.”