a long road home

The warlord was quick to come to his call, likely eager to hear some good news. Unfortunately, that was the last thing Magnus had for the man in regards to his lost reaper. The man brushed against him and he leaned into it, absorbing as much as the Armada's scent as he could. He smelled foreign, even to himself. Being gone from the Armada for so long had allowed him the time to reconnect with his time as a loner, but he'd really only thought about returning home.

"I found nothing. No sign of her or anyone that knew of her." A small frown graced his lips for the sympathy of Sirius. While he wasn't too keen on losing any members either, and he wasn't aware of Resins newfound interest in her own pack, he was a bit intrigued on the rank the young girl held. He'd been too late when he joined, but maybe now he'd have a fighting chance at snatching it for himself.