The future's ready to shine

Sirius looked down at the curious, prideful pup at his feet as they entered the territory of the Armada for the first time together. There was a quiet smile on his lips as they crossed the well-scented border, and made their way to the communal area that lay centered in the pack. The great Obelisk that stood tall and proud, unmovable, buried deep in the earth was the first thing any newcomer would see. A closer inspection would reveal the pack’s code, chiseled deep into its side.

Passing that, they came across the firepit, dug into the earth and layered with stone and topped with kindle. It was day, and the fire lay unlit. The large grassy area beyond that was easily a place that could hold the bulk of the pack for meetings, and had the scent of many wolves crossing paths. Mounds that signified dens - many unclaimed, were dotted behind the obelisk, a short walk from the fire pit. The scent of herbs and the sound of gentle running water could be heard from the direction of Iolare’s cottage, and her carefully crafted garden that sat in the hill in tiers. The wolf-made pond gently sloshing water down to the herbs below.

He gave the pup a chance to take in the sights, as he stopped before the cellar, and nudged the trap door open. The scent of preserved meat would drift outwards. Hefting the rabbits from his back and into his maw, Marshal lifting into the sky, he would enter the food store.