the run percent

For Dream, things were still very much sinking in. Maybe some part of himself didn't think he deserved it, or maybe he was just because he was so used to being alone all the time, but it felt like none of this was actually happening, like he was -ironically enough- dreaming. He had joked before that lady luck was usually on his side, but never to the point where he'd expected to be accepted into a pack. Packs were units of the most capable wolves, chosen specifically by their alphs to help protect the territories they claimed. There weren't too many of them in these parts, maybe a dozen or so, and they had literally dozens and dozens of other wolves and canines to choose from. The odds had never been in his favor- he was too young, too inexperienced, too uneducated in how things worked- and yet when he'd come to the border that day on the verdge of falling apart if he couldn't get some fucking social interaction, Sirius hadn't run him off. Instead he'd interviewed the blonde nd gave him a tour, leaving breadcrumbs of temptation that had made the tall canine want to throw himself headfirst into the midst of it all.

It had been a few days since then, and Dream had only really met one other member of the Armada- Sirius's son, Mortis. The blonde wolf had to admit that the winged heir was quite likeable, and he hoped to eventually say they were friends instead of just packmates. Dream could use some friends.

The sound of a howl calling for him caught himm by surprising, causing him to still for a moment in quiet curiosity. It had been... a very long time since anyone had sun out for him specifically and for a moment he thought he might have been mistaken, that it was meant for someone else. 'Don't be stupid' he told himself, setting off in the direction of the beach. He tried to imagine who it might be but the reality was that he'd never heard that voice before in his life, and so he wasn't really sure what to expect when he got there.

When he arrived there was only one other person out there, a she-wolf with ivory fur stained in calico. Dream was quickly learning that he was among the more plain wolves in the pack, having not yet met one that didn't have something unique or special about them. Did it make him a little envious? Sure. But not in a way that would make him cold toward his packmates. If anything, he was bitter with himself for not being able to offer them more. While he was among the tallest of the normal wolves, the dire heights, massive fangs, wings, and unique markings left him feeling uncertain about where he'd measure up with these more superior wolves. He'd have to work twice as hard to keep up and even harder if he wanted to surpass them, and as someone who couldn't stand being looked down on, you could bet your ass that Dream was going to find the time and energy to get it done.

"You rang?" he asked as he padded over, lips tugged into a small smirk. His tall, well muscled frame was relaxed and his words were friendly and casual, having yet to be given a reason to act otherwise.
"Speech"