Among the greats
ARMADA PACK MEETING
05-01-2021, 05:15 PM
Naiche had been on patrol when the call came. He glanced up sharply at Sirius's call, pausing only to sniff at a scent of a coyote before deciding it was faint and gone. Naiche ran to the meeting place finding that he was far from the first to arrive. Well, that’s what happened if you're along the border of the pack. The scent of scorched meat turned out to be wolf carcasses when he glanced in the cart. The golden-wolfs brow furrowed at what was left of the remains. They had been wolves. It was only a second later his mind was torn away from figuring out who to notice that several wolves from the hallows had arrived. Indigo and Tamsyn among them. Well, Naiche had known at some point those two would end up spending time together, though this wasn’t the reason Naiche had imagined. Naiche cast a more worried look to Tamsyn and moved towards her and Mojito. “Tam?” The one-word question offered quietly. Adding to the question was suddenly impossible with the choice of options. Was she ok? Clearly not. How bad was she? Well, it didn’t look good and seemed a thing he could ask after the meeting if need be. What happened? Probably a thing Sirius would soon answer. Well, let her take of it what she would. “Let me know if you need anything.” The only other thing it seemed he could say at the moment. Naiche raised his gaze to rest fully on Sirius. The answers would come from him and certainly, with dead wolves it would be a serious business. Who wasn’t here? Sirius looked the worst for emotional damage. Either because he was the only one who knew the identities of the corpses or they were someone closer to him. Blood relative wise most were already here. Most, but there some missing. This could be bad was an understatement but summarized the potential well. "Naiche"
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