Sin Armada

Gliding across the wintry grounds of the Northern lands, Sin made his way towards the markers that bordered the Glaciem lands. He had found wind of his Father within these lands, and now he was going to see for himself if the rumors were true. He had seen turmoil in the lands, recent and the after effects on several wolves he had come across in his sights. It seemed apparent that he had missed something big, though he had no idea of what. Perhaps his father would have answers...if he was here. Untainted paws hardly glanced off the line of the territory, amber gaze sweeping the landscape for signs of life. A smirk played onto his lips as he took in the scent of Glaciem, and his head lifted skyward to perform the call. A rough yet melodic howl called forth, calling for the one proclaimed to be his father. If anyone else showed up, he wouldn't be very kind. For it was not anyone else he sought, he sought his father and only him.

A particular howl lured the serpent from her den it was a class one she remembered far too well for her own sake. It seemed yet another one of their family had found their way here to Isar's kingdom and much less that of her favorite nephew. Slipping out among the pines leaving whoever else was at the dens behind no doubt most were recovering from the events that had taken place not too long ago yet she knew they had ultimately won that siege against Valhalla; while they had lost a few members it was nothing compared to the other pack. It wasn't long before that unforgettable face came into her sights with a smirk resting upon her icy visage the dame would pull her self from the shadows to just before her nephew Sin. ?It's good to see you after so long Sin. It seems more and more of our family keeps arriving.? The serpent would greet her nephew with a warm welcome while commenting about more of their family showing up; these days it seemed their ranks swelled with those of this blood save for the ones her brother was busy producing; who knows how many litters he had sired.

Sin Armada

It was not long before a small figure came into view. A grey figure coming out upon the snow to meet him. The woman looked vaguely familiar, but he could not remember. Had he met her before? It appeared as such, for she knew his name. Amber gaze fell on her as she looked up at hime, was she really a part of his family? He could hardly believe it, and so he would remain cold and unkind as was his usual approach. He knew not who she was, so why give her the respect he himself demanded? "And who are you? I don't recall your name nor your presence before...do you claim to be an Armada?" Tail flickered quietly over his ankles, amber gaze curious upon the form of the new arrival. Crimson stained pelt wafting the scent of blood into the air, such a sinister scent...and yet it gave him pleasure.