they should call me icarus, flying this close to the sun

And just like that, his entire life changed. It seemed, ironically enough, like a dream. To think he'd spent all this time avoiding the packs because he didn't want to find himself outnumbered and in a bad spot, when in reality he could have just been a part of them all along. Well, maybe not. Back then he hadn't been worth much, just a crazy kid with a lot to figure out. Maybe being alone was what made him worthy of a pack in the first place. Whatever. He wasn't about to dwell on it. The toothy grin that slipped onto his lips at the words "Welcome to the Armada" was probably more than enough to relay his elation, but he voice it anyways. "Thanks. This loner thing just isn't for me." he admitted with a chuckle, tensing when Sirius drew near, but not withdrawing. Very rarely did he get so close to other wolves, and it went against most of his instincts to let a giant stranger get so close to him, but he resisted the urge to shift away. Instead he was reward with the packs scent, and when the other drew away to lead him off into the field, he didn't hesitte in following after them.

"Do we make our own dens, or does everyone have a speciffic place?" he asked, not quite sure how it worked. Chances are he'd have more questions for Sirius then the blonde wanted to admit, but the cold truth of the matter was that he just didn't know how this whole pack things worked- not beyond the basics, at least. Still, he intended to make good on his word to learn quickly, and whatever the black and white dire wolf told him today he wasn't likely to forget it any time soon.

"Speech"