this part of my lobotomy

Magnus had nodded one final time when he was welcomed to the Armada and began to follow him. He could only hope this would be a benefit for him, and maybe the pack also. He hardly cared what others thought, but maybe he could be of as much use to them as they him. It would be an interested thing to figure out, but for now he had to figure out his new life. He wasn't a pup, so meshing into the way of life of others would likely be difficult. Having been a loner for so long now, conforming to the ways of the Armada may be a bit difficult.

Nevertheless, he was still interested in his new future. As the man so willingly heaved the cat onto his back and carried the prize, Magnus didn't complain. Although he would have been happy to carry the beast himself, he wouldn't sneeze at one last shot at laziness while he could get it. Something was telling him he better get a good rest before the new day, but the sun wasn't too far from rising either.. just another few hours or so. Maybe sleep would come easy after this hunt and a new place to call home, something he hadn't been used to in a while.

"Speech"