I am the Reaper and death is my shadow

The call came forth as Banshee was organizing some dried and freshly picked herbs in her den. It was a summon from the leader of the Armada and the sheer power of it brought a small shiver down her spine. She quickly wrapped up what she was doing before trotting her way towards the meeting area. It was exciting to be able to meet all her new pack mates. Banshee was aware of all the new scents she had been smelling around the lands. Sirius seemed to be busy with his recruiting, which was a positive. They needed more Wolves to pick up some of the weight and fill the warrior ranks.

Upon arrival the fanged babe scanned the area. Baby blue eyes consumed the row of royalty before flicking her attention to some of the others that gathered. It seemed she didn't really know many of the Wolves gathered or they had already secured their seating. Thus, Banshee moved to sit towards the back of the bunch. The small amount of solitude did not bother her in slightest. It was just nice to see the entire family gathered so proudly. She nodded to her adoptive father and Zee, awaiting the start of the meeting.

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