From the bones

The strange occurrences he had noticed during his travels before he came to the Armada only seemed to be getting worse. The fireflies that had already been numerous to begin with were now everywhere he looked all throughout the day—if he could even call it "day" at this point. It was pretty much perpetually night or evening with the sky never getting lighter than an violet or navy and the moon and streaks of stars giving them most of their light. If anything it made him glad that he had a pack to hide away in and it made him wonder how Lorikeet and Sitka were getting on out there in the wilds. So far he hadn't crossed paths with anything dangerous, per say, but it still didn't sit well with him.

He was walking through the pack's lands, going back to the shop he was setting up in one portion of the plains, carrying one of the chunks of metal that Sirius had told him were stored in the barracks. He had intended to get some of the metal so he could test out the furnace he was building, but what he found was that the collection of metal pieces had what looked like growths of crystals built up on the surface of them. He had eyed them curiously and suspiciously, but seeing the glowing crystals, no matter where they might have come from, made him think of the stunning jewelry he could create with them. With that in mind, he picked up one of them that had the most crystals attached and started taking it back to his den to experiment with.

Along the way he spotted a woman that looked like she was made or fire or perhaps autumn leaves and he slowed his steps as he watched her curiously for a moment. He hadn't yet had a chance to introduce himself to anyone else in the pack and she certainly felt like a perfect contender for his first introduction. How could he turn down the chance to introduce himself to such a beautiful young woman? He walked up behind her and sat down the bar of metal he was holding, only for her to back up into him before he could get her attention. She stepped on the toes of his front feet, making him wince a bit, picking one up to shake it out as she whirled around to face him. He gave a shake of his head and grinned as she apologized and told her, "That's quite alright, no harm done. Seemed like something startled you—everything alright?"

"Ruga Amanto"