These are the words that will take us home

The pack had formed, and while they still set up everything, it was semi-official. Menagerie's borders would hold, and the members of the guild would begin to feel at home. Wren was patrolling casually when the call came up, so she made a bee-line for the loose territory border. Words, not fangs. She knew to expect Bellamy, but she hadn't really expected another winged wolf. It was not the dark form of Mortis, though. She tried to remember the name the woman gave her.

And came up blank. Too much had been done already, she felt like swimming with names. "Hello you two" Wren said pleasantly enough, peering through the trees at them "are you here to make the trek to Armada, or have you decided to stick with Menagerie?" They would have passed Armada on their way here, scoping them out casually. She hadn't had time to visit Sirius yet, so she would hope this wasn't untoward. He seemed a reasonable man, and Armada needed strong warriors and healers.

"Speech"