He led the small, abused wolf from the Orchard, and towards the Armada. Luckily, the journey was not a long one. He did not know how much stamina or strength she had left in her, after all she had been through. Every time he thought about it, a little prickle of anger when up his spine. He took her through the main Armada territory, the Tall Grass Plains. He didn’t stop until they arrived at the central community area. The firepit still gently smouldering with warm coals, the obelisk with the etched pack rules sitting firmly in the earth. The cellar that led to their meat stores lay in plain side, and layed out in neat rows were a collection of dens. Some taken, many not. He had built these for new wolves entering the pack, a place for them to reside until they built something of their own. He opened the door to the celler first, ducking inside to grab a heavy, warm buffalo coat, and pulling it out. ”You can pick any empty den you please, adn this coat is yours. Once you get settled, i’ll bring my healer over to introduce you” and check you over went unsaid. "Speech"

Though Maggot was physically spent by the time they had arrived, her excitement had fueled her to keep up. She paid no heed to the ache in her muscles, deciding she would train them to where Sirius could be proud. The girl snorted at that thought, realizing it was quite childish. Maggot was in awe of the organization of the camp, her eyes skimming over the dens and over the few wolves roaming about. Her head raised from its usual hanging position, and she was quick to run her eyes over everything in reach.

She had tuned out to much of what Sirius had said, but had refocused in time to hear him mention the healer. Her eyes flicked to the coat, and she glanced between Sirius and the coat for a few tense moments. She furrowed her brow in an attempt to conceal how much the small gesture had touched her and opted to instead mumble a soft " thank you. "

The girl then gently picked up the offered coat, its bristly fur tickling her nose. She peered over at the dens, glancing towards Sirius once more before she took a tentative step towards the dens. She assumed this was her cue to settle in, but this was all unfamiliar, and she didn't want to ruin the already poor impression he had of her. However, she guessed she would look worse if she were to refuse the offered accommodations, so she took a tentative step forward.

The girl peered back at Sirius, her voice muffled by the coat as she spoke," Well, I guess I'll go...settle in?" Maggot then padded silently towards the den, her mind swirling with apprehension, but also hope.

The Warlord chuckled softly at her questioning statement. Amused at her indecision, but also a little proud of her ability to bounce back from her torments. He knew she had been knocked down, again and again in life. Yet there still seemed to be so much hope to her. He knew this was the type of wolf Zee would tell him to protect. The type of wolf he knew would rise out of slavery, given half the chance. She seemed to have picked a den, and despite her tiny size, managed to haul the coat many times bigger than her. He would have offered to help, had intended to, but she was already going for it. Perhaps she needed to do some things for herself. To give her time to settle in without watching eyes, the Warlord moved away, with a parting swish of his tail, and made his way towards Io’s cottage. The healers home was close to the communal den, conveniently so. He easily closed the distance, and scratched at her door. He intended for her to look over the little wolf (He hated, even internally, calling her ‘Maggot’) and take her under Io’s wing. He felt sure his sister would be happy to help him. "Speech"