didn't know what I was in for

Dread probably should be interacting more with the rest of the Armada. More and more lately, he found himself unable to really keep his mind on things within the pack. He should be taking on more responsibility, but something was holding him back. Maybe it was the change in season, marking a year since... you know. Maybe it was his own desire to roam, finally hitting the wanderlust stage of things. Just as he was thinking about going to find Hazel or Halo for some sort of assignment, he heard the call come out.

It was one of their newer recruits, Dread knew that much. As he neared, he could see the creature's golden markings through the trees. The three, presumably siblings, that he hadn't yet figured out how to tell apart. The boy reached the clearing, gaze settling on the man. "Hey." The greeting was casual, and he offered a nod. "I'm Dread, the Warlord's son." That seemed... adequate. Good enough. He offered a smile as best he could, finding the gesture unnatural but... good enough. "Did you want to spar?"

"Dread Fatalis"