Among the greats

Well Mo tended to Tamsyn, Sirius took a few steps back. Staring at the makeshift cart and its gruesome contents for a while. Staring into space, fighting the urge to switch off, to forget everything.

He let out a tired sigh, knowing he had a duty to tell the pack what had happened to its Queen.

The Warlord raised his weary head, lifting it skywards to the late morning sun and howled a summons. Calling for all wolves of the Armada to an urgent meeting. He would allow no absentees today. Not with the news he had to deliver.


"Speech"