we will call this our land

Moving had been no small job. Packing up all of their belongings onto carts - some already made, and others fashioned for just this reason. Everything they didn’t take with them had been dismantled, taken apart, and spread to the wind. Once the wolves of the Armada were done, there was no sign left of the pack that had spent years on the territory.

The train of wolves had made their way North as a large group, and arrived in Dreamers Col in the early evening. The Armada would spend the first night or two camped in the communal area of the new territory. At least until they had mapped out some of the warrens, and ensured their security and integrity of the caves. Until then, it was a campout. They would spend the night in each other's space. Pack meant safety, and warmth, and they would need plenty of both in their first night here.

He instructed wolves to pull their belongings into a defensible section, and set watches. Other wolves he ordered to start fires to warm them, and cook a hearty feast for the hungry travellers. He made efforts to turn it into a party. Moving about his wolves, and checking up on them. To see how they had fared from the journey.


"Sirius Fatalis"