More to come

Naiche was quick to agree, as Sirius knew he would. The young wolf seemed determined to prove and better himself. A trait that the Warlord strongly approved of. He could see the man gaining in the ranks at a steady rate if he continued as he was. Engaging with Armada wolves, training, and learning the ropes. Sirius had observed it all, and was pleased.

Naiche kept to his side, one step behind, and the Warlord acknowledged the subtle, but respective gesture. He didn’t let his eyes linger, taking them back to the skies as he looked for his winged companion. Moving through rogue lands at a predetermined course. Marshal would find him with ease.

When the bird did, giving a soft cry, and circling in the air, Sirius knew he had found something. He turned to Naiche, offering the other a grin, and falling into a ground-eating, ease lope. Chasing after the bird as Marshal led them forward. He slowed when the winged creature landed in the trees. Knowing they were close. “Eyes peeled, they are somewhere ahead of us.” He warned, indicating for Naiche circle slightly further to the side.