Kraken had been born in a flurry of howling wind and lashing rain. The sky and the land around had been dark, illuminated only by the flashes of lightning that hit every few minutes. The new world was unrelenting but she had not been afraid. She had struggled to her feet with intent before Sigrún had even stood herself, her green eyes staring the storm in the eye. She had met howling wind with a strangled howl of her own. She did not know fear. The earth would bow at her feet.

The girl was a light red adorned with pale roan stripes and distinctive dun markings much like her parents. On the left side of her face was a scewed white blaze. She reminded Sigrún of how her grandfather had supposedly looked; a striped warrior with striking emerald eyes. She had reminded Sigrún more of the beast the commanded the sea however, when she had turned, mere minutes old, and screamed into the sea and storm as if to quieten it.

Without need, Sigrún had kept her tucked away in the small recesses of the ridge for the first few weeks but she was finally ready to bring the girl out into the open. She stood out on the rocks that adorned the beach entrance to the ridge, a strong breeze kicking up around her and billowing through her dark locks. Her ochre eyes gazed out at the white peaks that rode the ocean waves as the sea swelled ominously. Kraken stood at her side, head high and breathing in the salt air.