Welcome Aboard

A single night to settle in before getting right into training was hardly enough, not that Bronze would express that opinion. The Armada ruler had a serious air about him that Bronze respected, and he had no doubt that it took such commitment to duty to keep a pack structured and running the way the Armada seemed to be.
Though he didn't blame him for calling for him so promptly, Bronze couldn't help but worry he wouldn't make a good impression so quickly. It didn't matter though - there wasn't any backing out now, not when this was something he wanted and was determined to make work.

He'd spent the briefest time this morning getting used to the lands surrounding the makeshift den he and Silent had shared the night before. Upon hearing Sirius's call he headed straight toward him, giving a low dip of his head once the older male came into view. "Morning," he greeted him. Small talk wasn't his biggest strength and he fumbled over his words just slightly. "Thank you again, for giving us a chance here." He knew he wouldn't disappoint, he was just worried about making a bad impression in the meantime.