The eye of the storm

It was time to bring the Armada together again. There was much to share, and many steps to take forward. Naiche was very much right in that regard. With Azure on one side, and Zee on the other, the Warlord looked out across the central point of the pack. The familiar landscape was home to him, through and through. There would always be little changes, the marks made by others seen around him.

There were now names chipped into the bottom of the Obelisk, a small reminder of those the Armada had loved and lost. But today was about looking forward, and everything that came with that. He took a deep breath, and arched his neck towards the sky. Calling out in a long, echoing howl for the members of his pack to join them. Fully expecting the voices of Zee and Azure to join with his.



"Sirius Fatalis"