Meals on Wheels

Roan was unable to make the huge commitment to become the Armada’s reaper, but he didn’t feel bad about it. His first devotion was to his wife, and he was alright with that. When he heard that his mother in law had some plans to feed the pack he was eager to help her. True to her word, resin was at the mentioned place at the mentioned time and as the silver marked warrior approached he offered up a quick grin in greeting.

There was much work to be done, and he wasn’t entirely sure what to be expected, but taking in the pit and the spikes, as well as the buffalo he could smell on the breeze. This was going to turn into a fun day. ”Resin.” Her offered with his deep voice as he came to a halt beside the one eyed warrioress. ”Tell me what to do.” He offered himself up as a tool for the woman.