The world is rumbling beneath us

The Warlord sat beside his son, the two towing dire wolves silent in the gloom of the unnaturally dim day. The strange happenings in the world forced their hand. For the safety of Armada - and, possibly, for every wolf in the world - they needed an open line of communication between the Alphas. Those that would appear, that is. A system in place to pass information gleaned about the strange world. Where Sirius could speak of the strange mushrooms he had encountered, perhaps even the strange ghost that had haunted Zee and himself. Or the fog, and fireflies, the undimming moon and stunted sunlight.

There was too much happening for them to sit on their tails and ignore it, so Azure and Sirius sat there, with their messages out in the world. He was very curious as to who might take their open invitation of Alphas.

"Speech"