I spent the winter writing songs about getting better

Silent was not sure where her footing should begin within Armada. She was new to everything that the pack represented: teamwork, meeting new faces and living among them, maintaining a new way of life that was unfamiliar to her nomadic ways. She was still young, her brain like a sponge, ready to soak up and store any lessons that life intended for her to keep. Being taught was going to be an area of life she had never experienced. Since she was a pup, Silent had to teach herself how to survive; even then, those lessons came with minor setbacks. With a view of maximal optimism and minimal skepticism, she awoke to a new morning within Armada's walls.

At the first meeting she had with Sirius and Bronze, she was told by the Warlord that she would be an apprentice. Becoming a student would be a change of pace for Silent, but she was not afraid of what that would mean. Fear was not something she had often, nor would she allow it to try and slowly consume her. When the gentle call of her teacher, of whose identity she was not aware, rang through the nearby setting of her den, Silent's black-and-silver ears tipped forward before she stepped from her home and shook out her pelt. Paws did not falter as she made her way towards the source of the call. She did not have to look too hard to find the woman of small stature with a merry fire crackling in front of her den. "Good morning," she greeted, soft smile upon her features that matched the soft light in her emerald eyes. "I hope I am not too late," she added, tail wagging behind her once as she waited for her teacher to begin the lesson.