Double Shot of Crown {SIEGE}

Hati beneath his mask was strangely void of emotion, gold eyes blazing in an intensity that was far more focused than the rage that had once left him scattered and lost. He knew who he was. He knew what his purpose was. He was the bear; he served Valen. As the gathered packs marched on Hellstrom he followed with them, no longer grumbling along at the tail end of the pack but moving with purpose as his heavy body looked along with the eager warriors. He wasn't eager; he was too focused to be eager. He was a weapon, a gun loaded and cocked, ready to go off at the slightest pressure on the trigger.

He was ready.

Was Hellstrom?