my hands are tied & my lips are sealed

The second alpha of the Armada was one of the Warlord's sons, one she'd had yet to meet. He was one of Mort's brothers, and Halo found herself hoping that they had their kindness and gentle nature in common. Still, it didn't prevent the small amount of anxiety she felt when it came to meeting someone new for the first time. Though everyone had been great so far, there was still a concern that they wouldn't take well to the small, soft creature. No matter. She had a job to do.

Straightening her posture and calming her breathing, the girl readied her basket of things she might need. Herbs that would be a quick fix for any aches and pains, antiseptic that could be applied to any wounds that were fresh or healing poorly, and beneath all of the necessary things, she stashed some dried, sweet berries for the children-- just in case. Sometimes it helped to have an incentive to be still while Halo did her work, after all. The tenderhearted girl left her raccoon friend in charge of the fire, and set off in the direction of the secondary alpha's den.

The mid afternoon sun shone softly on her shoulders. The day was cooler than the others had been, lately, and for that she was glad. If he wasn't in, she'd move onto the next charge on her list and return later. Trying to keep the quiver from her voice as best she could, Halo called out for the man as she approached. "Azure? It's Halo... Sirius has asked me to do checkups on everyone in the pack, if now is a good time." Of course, if he wasn't in (or near enough to hear), she'd look dumb talking to nothing but... well, that wasn't the thought in her head right now.

"Halo"