Basilisk had instructed him to lead a group hunt against a predator, and Bronze fully intended to see that mission through to completion. While he knew he was a competent warrior he'd never quite practiced leadership in this manner. Though he wasn't quite sure how it'd work out in practice, he was confident enough in his own abilities and critical thinking skills that he wasn't worried about failing. It'd just be a matter of whether or not Basilisk though he'd done a good enough job. He spent maybe a bit too long considering who he'd bring along with him. Besides Silent, Bronze wasn't really close to anyone in the Armada. Ultimately he decided on asking Wynter along, a wolf he was familiar with but didn't know well, as well as a new recruit, Seneca. His reasoning was simple: prove he could lead both wolves he knew (albeit vaguely - but at least Wynter had been part of the Armada since her birth) as well as those who were unfamiliar to him. It seemed a good way to prove his leadership skills were more than just sheer luck, or the abilities of those involved. He'd already sought the three out separately to tell them he'd be leading a charge against a stray polar bear that had been wandering close to their borders soon, waiting for the right time to strike. Today was that day. It was early in the morning, the sun having just crested over the horizon, casting an orange-pink glow across the sky - visible even through the mess of gnarled branches and sparse foliage overhead. Winter had long since settled across the north, and though it was a mild one for the region, it was still very much present. Snow crunched beneath his paws as he moved, finally pausing as he lifted his head to let loose a call for them, for Basilisk, Wynter, and Seneca.  The polar bear had crossed into their territory and he doubted his howl would be enough to frighten it off now.

When Bronze had approached him to enlist his help in ridding the territory of a polar bear, Seneca had practically jumped at the chance. Truthfully, there was actually a good chance he had jumped when Bronze spoke to him - he was quite excitable, after all. Each day since then, the boy had been abuzz with excitement, eager to prove himself to his new home, show he was worthy. There was a nagging in the back of his mind, just ever-so quiet, an almost-imperceptible fear that whispered when his mind was calm enough to hear it. A polar bear was a major threat, and huge. He was nothing but a small pup.

Bronze's howl summoned the hunting party, and Seneca sprinted off immediately. He had previously instructed his pine martin friend to stay behind at the tree house, not wanting him in the middle of the battle to accidently get stepped on or worse, and he gave Pollux a last glance as he ran down the ramp. Pole was upset, but he'd get over it. Small paws thundered against the snow, mind and heart both running a mile a minute. Teal gaze settled on the gray form of Bronze in the distance, and he forced himself to focus, forced himself to listen to both his stride and his breathing to clear his mind of worries and doubts. There could be no distractions when your target was a formidable predator.

He slowed as he approached, greeting the much larger man with a small smile. Seneca tried to think of something to say, something that was smart and not boring. A pause of a few seconds, mouth hanging open, was all he gave himself before settling on something boring, rather than nothing at all. "Hi, Bronze!" His tail wagged softly behind him, though he was quick to look away - to watch for the others, of course.

Basilisk heard the call, and realised that Bronze had chosen his time to act. He knew that the warrior had been planning this battle behind the scenes. Picking who he would take with him, and seeking out a target. Picking one that would eventually become a threat to the Armada was a good call.

He followed the sound of the call and saw that Seneca was there as well. Good! The new, young wolf was putting himself out there. He would go far if he continued to apply himself as he was. He gave the orange toned wolf an approving nod, before turning his attention to Bronze. There was satisfaction in his eyes as he looked at the blue and gold wolf, as well. “What are your orders?” He asked, making it immediately and clearly obvious who was in charge of this hunt.

"Basilisk Fatalis"

She had been surprised by the invitation to join in on this mission that Bronze was leading, but she was excited all the same. She rolled out of bed far earlier than she would typically to make sure she was up and ready well before Bronze's call, stepping out into the cold morning air with a long yawn, giving her coat a shake. She wasn't awake all that long, just long enough to have a quick bit of breakfast, before she heard the call for this polar bear hunting team. Man, they really were getting an early start, huh? She quickly trotted through the trees to meet up with the others, finding Bronze along with Basilisk and Seneca. She happened to walk up just as Bas was asking what the orders were so she simply stood at the ready, waiting to see what the plan was. She was game to follow however the team wanted to approach this.

"Wynter Fatalis"

Bronze knew this would be a chance for the younger wolves, too, to prove themselves to Basilisk. Not that he knew if they needed that chance, but it couldn't hurt either. Sirius had given him a chance here in the Armada and room to prove himself and he was appreciative of that opportunity, even if he hadn't really taken it as far as he should have. At least he was now. Seneca's excitement was obvious as he hurried to answer his call, and Bronze acknowledged the yearling with a nod. "Seneca," he greeted him in return, perfectly fine without the small talk. He wasn't exactly the most social of wolves, at least compared to most. Basilisk wasn't far behind him, and he received a nod in turn as he asked what his orders were. Wynter was just arriving as well, so Bronze waited a beat before he began dishing out orders. "Well," Bronze started, feeling a bit awkward with all their eyes on him. "Uh. Thank you all for coming. Basilisk, Wynter," he acknowledged the arrival of the last two with another quick dip of his head. "I'm sure you've all noticed the scent of a polar bear not far off from our borders. I think she might be looking for somewhere to den and these woods seem appealing to her. So I figured it's time we take care of it." There weren't wolves in the Armada that couldn't defend themselves right now so it wasn't a true emergency, but there was no telling when another litter might be due - it was better to take care of the threat now, before it proved to be an even bigger one. "She seems healthy, so I think she might put up a good fight. We can assess the situation when we track her down. She was at the eastern edge of the forest this morning. We'll head that way now." Being in charge, really leading, felt strange to him. Not in a bad way, but having others look to him for command wasn't something he was at all accustomed to. He was quiet and focused as he led them away from where they'd met, moving toward the edge of the territory. Once her scent grew stronger, he slowed, seeking her out up ahead from among the cluster of ancient trees. They couldn't quite see her, but she wasn't far off at all. "Seneca and Wynter, I'd like you two to make a wide circle around her. Make sure she's positioned between you two, and Basilisk and I. Try to charge her and get her heading this way. Basilisk and I will wait, ready to move in or cut her off if we need to." It was hard to say what state of mind the predator was in. Would she try to turn and face the yearlings, or try to flee? They had to be prepared for any possibilities. He gave them a nod then, signalling for them to take their positions and initiate.