the good, the bad, the ugly

Unsure of where to settle himself Armando lingered just outside the gathering of wolves. He noted where his packmates were seated and who with, and then swallowed his nerves, puffed out his chest and marched forward like he felt like he belonged...which he did not. It was through no one's fault that he felt that way. It was just going to take time to feel truly comfortable among wolves. He'd never really mastered it in Abaven and he certainly hadn't made any efforts in the Armada. This was going to take time and he recognized that if it was going to work at all he needed to get out more and get to know his neighbors.

He sat down off to Eligos' right side at a catty corner to the whole group so he could see both the alpha and the pack. Once seated he took off his helmet and absently rested his front paws on either side of its spikes. A single claw tapped a steady, quiet beat on one of the spikes as he waited for the meeting to begin.