well that just dills my pickle [MEETING]

He grinned toothily at his uncle's comment, but was glad and relieved that Tyrian had accepted him back. He hadn't meant to disappear for as long as he had. He had simply lost track of time and was hoping maybe he'd be able to find somewhere he'd fit in, but apparently, there was no other place like Fireside. And evidently, he had chosen the perfect time to return! Tyrian wasted no time in telling them what had happened between Alarr and the pack known as the Armada. Yeah, he knew who they were alright. He'd seen some of them around, spying on their borders, watching them come and go, and had been watching them for some time, along with a few other packs. It wasn't hard to sneak around when his more earthy toned pelt blended better than Jupiter's blue or some of his more flashier relatives. Ares was so nonchalant and casual about shit, he was hardly suspect. But he knew how to worm his way out of situations and silver-tongue his way out of trouble. Plus his lack of pack scent helped tremendously. So that was a plus.

"Sign me up!" He exclaimed as he opted to partake in the drinking. Maybe he could show he was dedicated by helping out with this. It was a start, right? He couldn't wait, and was eager to start some shit with the shit starters!