So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

Ru mused about how difficult setting the smokehouse up had been, to which Halo shrugged softly. Admittedly, the pale girl's mouth had been full, but she also knew that the Warlord had his ways. He seemed like enjoy his feats of engineering, many of which the pale girl would never quite understand. Still, the shadow that crosses Ru's face is one that she understands well. It was the same way she felt when the grey settled in. "Here, give this a try and let me know if it needs more honey." Carefully, Halo rolled the jar one last time between her paws, making sure that the golden honey was mixed in before pouring a serving for Ru into a chipped mug.

Seer's immediate reaction hadn't been all that different than the one of the young man before her. There was a much stronger concept of family here, from what Halo could tell. "It's all normal for us. Litters are way smaller on average, and the sense of family is... different. No family names, no staying in one place for too long," she trailed off softly. The concept of home was different, even. At Ru's question, the tenderhearted girl paused. "Really, the Armada is the first home I've ever had." There was a melancholy that played over her features. "But ah, no. I couldn't go back to my parents and my brother, unless they specifically asked me back. I'd be seen as an intruder." She'd be seen as an intruder, and depending on the season, she could only imagine how they'd react and what they'd do.

As she thinks of her home, her roots, Halo sets her chin on her paws. The cannabis was taking effect, bringing the ease and relaxation over her muscles. Some of her anxiety quelled, Halo can be here. That's a nice enough feeling.

"Halo"