Stavanger Bay And heard the sweetest sound,

When her head resurfaced from the water with her fourth fish, her ears had flickered to the sound of a low greeting toward her direction. White eyes faced the man toward the beach, and while at the movement she only smelled fish and salt; it can be concluded he was part of Ironclan. One would not easily approach her cache of the sea, nor' simply entered a claim land.

She strode out of the water, dropping the fourth one within her pile. She approached the scarred man, and only uttered, "Ironclan?"

Though, the Sealord was prepared if he was not.