The eye of the storm

He hadn't been in the Armada all that long, but he was quickly getting a spot set up for himself. He had a simple den dug out, hurrying through the living space portion of his hew home so he could get to the exciting stuff. He was in the middle of digging out what would one day be a furnace to use in his blacksmithing, though the progress was fairly slow since the ground was so cold. He wasn't sure if he'd even get to finish it before spring, but it gave him something to do in-between working on armor. It had been a long, long time since he had been this busy and he was starting to remember what he had enjoyed about working now that he had an outlet for it that wasn't centered around warmongering assholes.

Howls went out and his ears perked, lifting his head to listen. He didn't know any of the voices besides Sirius, but a call from the Warlord was good enough for him. Wiping the dirt off his feet, he loped off to go join in on the meeting. He realized while he was on his way there that this was the first time he attended a meeting as an actual pack member. He had grown up in and out of packs, but they had only been hired hands or visitors, never members. He chuckled softly at himself and the situation he had gotten himself into and a few moments later reached a group that had begun to form of wolves that he assumed were his new pack mates. He looked to Sirius and gave the man a nod, looking curiously to the younger man and the woman beside him before taking a seat somewhere on the fringes of the group.

"Ruga Amanto"