i'm sorry i can't be perfect

Warlord? He'd heard of the Armada before, they used to live near them before moving down to the castle. If he was going there, then he'd be close to his mother's grave again. The thought made his heart race a bit in excitement, though he kept the feeling hidden from his features. He kept to himself and his thoughts as they walked until he was asked for his name. "Grimshaw... Grim." he said, clearing his throat between his proper and nickname. "Yoi're Sirius, right?" he asked, familiar with the name. He'd never met any Armada wolf that he knew of, but he did know that the Armada made strong warriors like Resin and Tamsyn. Maybe Sirius could help him become string like them.