The Warlord left the empty den with a hollow, irritated feeling in his gut. His wolf was gone, without a trace. Her scent had faded by the border, confirming she had not slipped out for a short joint across rogue territories. Her den had gathered dust, and the empty feeling of a vacant, un-lived in home. He had given her time, had howled for her return, and hoped she was simply taking her time returning to him. His hopes had faded as the days past, as his Reaper had not returned. Was she missing, hurt, or had simply left? None of these options boded well. If she was injured out there, she must be found and brought into the safety of home. If she had been stolen, those who took her would die. Simple as that. If she had left, then she was a traitor. He would be forced to hunt her down to set an example to his wolves, on what happened if you broke Pack Law. he did not like any of these options, and his gut felt sour with anger, frustration, and grief. His pacing steps brought him to the communal space of his lands, and he raised his head skyward. The taste sour on his tongue as he raised his head and howled the news to his pack. Spread throughout the pack the news that Malalia Fatalis, his adopted daughter and the packs Reaper, was missing, and requested those that intended to help with the search to come to him. "Speech"

Natha's brow furrowed at the trouble howl that echoed over the territory. She'd been stalking rabbits in the tall grass plains when she heard the call but being a lynx and still some what new she wasn't fully sure of the howl's meaning. She knew it was a distressing call and that someone was missing but she could not parse out who or under what circumstances. Her first thought went to kidnapping. Quickly, the lieutenant shifted her course to head back toward the heart of the territory. She often hunted on the outskirts where prey tended to linger, eager for the rich grasses but wary of the predators that dwelled at the heart of the territory.

Padding on silent paws when she arrived she saw Sirius. "Sirius, I heard your call. Forgive me, I am only so versed in the common tongue. You said someone was missing? Who? Is there any evidence of foul play?"

The call fell upon him and both surprise and confusion appeared upon the former cold expression he had, what was the meaning of this? Why such a thing had happened? Even though he sometimes could hold some indifference in regards of his pack matters,yes it seemed awful but he was like that. Nothing personal he just was like this even from when he was a pup,he never showed a real interest in others.But yet he was learning to take control of such kind of attitude but he didn't want to get rid of who he was in a whole. And there he rushed toward his alpha arriving with expressionless eyes.A Lynx was there aswell,but for now he placed his full attention to Sirius."Alpha Sirius,who do we need to hunt?" He asked firmly and without hesitation,if he needed help he was more than ready to give it. "Speak"

Tamsyn was laying near the den she shared with Resin, watching Blue as he worked to attach the thorn covered vines to the armor she had been working on for a while now. Having her lemur friend to help her had greatly expedited her progress, but it still wasn’t quite right. Every time she tried it on it still didn’t fit like she wanted it to, but she’d given up on that in favor of attaching these vines just to feel like she was accomplishing something. However, her Warlord’s howl caught her attention and made her head whip around to listen. Malalia? Gone? Even though she hadn’t had the chance to spend time one on one with the Reaper, she still felt a kinship with the woman that she had competed for the position with. She frowned and considered if she should go to Sirius, but in the end she knew she had to. She got up to go to the pack’s communal area and Blue immediately leapt up from his work and climbed onto her back, holding onto handfuls of her fur as she had now grown accustomed to. When she reached where Sirius was standing she saw that Natha had already arrived so she stood near her friend and waited for Sirius to give them some sort of direction. At least she had heard Natha’s question so she knew there was no need to ask for herself. She understood what needed to be done, but it didn’t mean that she liked it. She would always follow Sirius’ lead and this was no exception. "Talk" Think

Ever since Mortis had flexed his tree climbing skills Hanako couldn't get it out of her mind, how much easier it would be to spy from up in a canopy. She knew she couldn't will herself a set of cat claws into existence but still maybe there was some technique she could master, if she took a running jump she might be able to...Hanako's line of thought trailed off there when a howl caught her ears. Serious and gruff, denoting that someone had gone missing and that an urgent meeting was in order. Abandoning her tree climbing venture, Hanako galloped across the plains, slowing to a trot as she approached the communal area. There were already several Armada members present, some she recognised and other's she didn't. The same could be said for the missing Reaper, she must have been gone for quite some time since Hanako hadn't met the woman, let alone knew what her scent even was. But rather than ask questions Hanako sat down, all dainty and proper as always, and waited for Sirius to say his piece. If he required anything of her he'd surely tell her in due time, there was no use on pestering the man when he was clearly not in the best of moods. Not that she could blame him, if she'd heard his howl right he'd referred to her as his adopted daughter. How his heart must have ached.

Naiche had been walking the borders of the pack land.  It wasn't a job to patrol the border, at least not yet but if he ever was Naiche wanted to a sense of familiarity with it.  One thing the young wolf was good at was using his senses.  He didn't get lost easy with the sun, stars, and familiar scents to guide him.  He had paused to scent the air, catching on to something new and deciding if he would follow it when Sirius howled out his message.  The scent would have to wait for another day.

Naiche picked up a fast ground eating stride as he ran to the warlords call.  The message had been a bitter one, something that Naiche felt in his own stomach.  Family was missing.  He didn't know this wolf, but it didn't matter.  The memories of family loss were still sharply embedded in his mind.  It could not happen here also.  Something in his gut twisted expecting they would learn she was dead.  The young wolf knew the only reason he thought that was from his own dread.  On that same note his dread was only centered around the pain in his own memories, and had to be forgotten if he wanted to aid as best he could.  Logic was good and being emotional was stupid.  Naiche would do everything in his power not to let his new pack lose a member.

Naiche wasn't the first to arrive, hopefully he wasn't the last.  He stepped up beside the others gathered, giving each one an appraising look.  They had a cat as part of their pack? A cat?!  That was unexpected, and not a thing to focus on at the moment.  Naiche stood with shoulders and head pointed towards Sirius.  He didn't comment and only waited for their leader to tell them more.
"Speech"

The silver woman had been down on the beach when the howl went up, poised to strike on a coastal fish as her ears flicked to take in the news. She would have to leave fishing for another time it would seem, her sudden turn sending silver flashes skittering beneath the waves for meters around her, the angry cawing of seagulls overhead resulting in a smirk from the wolf. The scavengers would survive with, or without her scraps, but there were more pressing matters to tend to.

Of the gathered wolves, she recognised Hanako after Sirius and Tamsyn, their little foray into honey hunting still fresh in her mind. She positioned herself next to the vibrant wolf, her own soggy monochrome tones only enhancing the others brightness. Not stopping to think that others might not be so touchy-feely as the Archer clan, she bumped her shoulder to the other woman’s and offered her a small smile. If they had to split up, she at least hoped to be paired with a familiar face, but she wouldn’t add her voice to those already questioning. The leader would know she was there without her needing to announce herself.

"speech".

we wear red so they don’t see us bleed

Life's just a game

The call was alarming to say the least. Borias didn't know the pack well enough to feel angry but feeling the worry in the sound of the warlords call. It was enough to remind him what would happen if someone close to him went missing. Someone with an arrangement at that. Knowing how powerful the pack was what if this girl had been kidnapped? Either way it was a cause for worry. Regardless of the situation he was there to support wherever he could. Without saying much though he approached, silently surveying who was there and his attention moving to Sirius. "Where do we start looking?" he questioned looking at the others. He probably wasn't going to be chosen to look for the reaper. He knew nothing off her, only her scent but he wanted to help Sirius when he could.

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Malalia had been gone for a while. The pack was quieter without his first real friend, but Hana’s presence had offered him lightness and distraction. Despite his desire not to offend Azure, he couldn’t keep away from the girl. Her brightness and smile had been infectious, and kept his worries at bay. Now, with his father's call striking through the land, Mortis would understand. Mal hadn’t been away on Reaper business. She was gone. He almost didn’t go to the meeting. Sensation shot though his limbs, tingling, numbing pain. How long had Mal been missing? How long should he have been searching for his friend? Tears stung his eyes. He had been going on picnics with Hana, well Mal could have been injured, or dead. He tossed back his head, howling for the sake of crying out, to know that he was not alone. It was the sound of loss, and unexpected pain. By the time he had gotten a hold of himself, and fallen silent, he made his way to the meeting. Slinking into view, and hiding on the sidelines. He barely paid attention to what was going on around him. He had eyes only for his father. How was Sirius going to fix this? "Speech"

The Warlord spread the news to the pack, and began to formulate a plan. When wolves began to file in, standing before him, offering support and assistance. He paused. Thrown for a loop. He wasn’t the only one who cared about the wolves of this pack. For a moment, just a moment, the Warlord really considered the two-way street of this type of life. It was not him, for them, against the world. It was all of them, together. Emotion filled the possessive Bastard, and he let his eyes linger on each and every wolf that came. That was here, for him, and for Malalia. The Warlord would have burned worlds for these wolves before him. His appreciation was in his eyes, and he answered natha’s question first. “Malalia, my adopted daughter, and our Reaper - which is the rank just below Warlord and Queen.” He explained to her. “She is known for travelling, but not for long periods. She takes her responsibilities seriously. I can not find any sign of where she went.” in other words, her disappearance was very suspect and troubling. He turned to Dunkan, but ensured his voice, as it was when he answered Natha, was pitched for everyone to hear. “We need to hunt for signs of her.” He said, eyes flashing as he looked over the wolves before him. Eight had arrived. Perfect. “I want everyone to buddy up, we will send a pair in each direction from this pack. The one that goes South will go to Auster. Tamsyn will keep track of the places each wolf had explored and what was found there. Report to her.” The Warlord would be searching the furthest. He would be going near Winterfell, to see if that wretched pack had anything to do with this. In the meanwhile, he needed a coordinator, he knew he could trust Tamsyn. Anger and weariness shimmered in the Warlords veins. A sensation only increased when his eyes landed on Mortis. The desolate expression in the young wolf's face told him Malalia’s best friend had no answers for him. "Speech"

Tamsyn refused to believe that Malalia would just leave. Someone that worked so hard to earn such a high ranking position wouldn't just abandon her post - not to mention the fact that she had her adoptive father here worrying about her. Something had to have happened, she was convinced of it. She listened as Sirius laid out the plan for how they would search for her and put her in charge as the coordinator of their search party. She was a little surprised to have that responsibility put on her, but she did suppose that it freed Sirius so that he could do some of the searching himself. She was more than happy to take that responsibility if that would help give him any peace of mind. She nodded in response and stood so she could look around at everyone who gathered.  "Natha and Sedna, I'd like for you to go north east - around the area near Abaven's lands. Mortis and Hanako, start in the lands closest to ours and then start moving west. Dunkan and Adralius, I would like you both to go north west toward Lirim and Fireside. Naiche, you can come with me and we'll go further south past Aerie and  onto Auster. Sirius will go toward the farthest part of the north. Don't actively engage any of the packs unless specifically instructed by Sirius or I. If you find her scent around any of their borders then come back here and find me. " She paused, making sure she hadn't missed anyone and to make sure she had at least most of Ardent covered with her spread of wolves. "Lets get the search started right away. If you have any questions let me know - if not then you can head out." "Talk" Think