GLACIEM & AMENTI

The massive male was sliding in just as Isa's voice booked out but the skeletal marked male didn't join his comrades in the feast. He lingered in the background, sickly green gaze watching the gathering of wolves before him with a darkness flittering behind his orbs. He had debated coming to this meeting at all, toiling over it for quite some time. He loved his pack, loved his duty and his job but lately his faith in Isardis has been waivering. Since Azalea had been taken prisoner he had been drifting around the edges of Glaciem. But in the end he had made his way to the war gathering, chin held high as he watched the gathering, steeling his heart against everything that was to come.

Speech!