One last call for alcohol

He could hear the howl as he strode back from Malachai's den that morning, though sighed at the sound of it. Not that he wasn't alright with answering it, but because the mans scent likely penetrated his coat for everyone to smell. There wasn't any time to waste however so his dark paws carried him quickly towards the location of the call where Sirius and Azure already sat. He could only hope no one would notice and perhaps think it just to be a friendly spar with an Ashen neighbor if they did, or at least that's what he would claim it to be.

Grim appeared to be the first of many there and offered his leaders a light bow of his head before finding a spot to sit and rubbing at his tired eyes. Hopefully it wouldn't take the others long to arrive, he had just been lucky enough to be so close when the call rang out.

"Speech."