This ride is about to get bumpy

The Warlord stood there, leaning his weight on his forepaws as he watched the pack slowly stream into place before him. Artorias, who was temporarily his wolf, the faces of some of his kids. Zee settled in beside him, and he returned her quiet cheek kiss. He glanced at Briar and crooked a brow at her as the other wolf settled down beside Artorias.

He waited a moment to see if any more wolves would turn up, before clearing his throat, and letting his gaze move across each wolf. ‘You would have heard the storms last night, there have been extensive flooding throughout the Armada - if your den has been flooded, please speak out shortly. However, and this is the most concerning, the packs main supplies have been damaged. Most of our food is beyond repair. I will need volunteers to break up into different groups. I will need diplomats to trade for supplies, hunting teams to begin restocking, and a digging crew to repair our celler and other dens.” he said, before waving a paw at the crowd, indicting they should begin deciding what groups appeal to them.

"Sirius Fatalis"