Random Mini Event: Tremor me Timbers

The Warlord felt sand crunch beneath his paws as he made his way down to the ocean. The Summer heat was still in effect, and the black sand was hot against his fur. A surprisingly large part of him felt a desire to curl up against the dark grains, and soak in the heat. Things had been quiet around the Armada of late, and he was almost inclined to indulge in that feeling.

Bast straightened beside him, standing talls, fur puffing unexpectedly around her frame. He turned to her in surprise, mouth opening to form a word, and then he felt the rumble. He turned to the caves that lined just outside his territory as they began to quake. Sirius burst into sudden motion, tearing across the sand towards the cave, barking out a warning. Were any of his wolves in their depths?

He watched in concern as the cave belched animals from its depths. A cloud of bats ascended to the sky. A bear lumbered from its depths, and the Warlord stopped just outside of his territory. Close to the opening of the cave and growled. Warning the bear to keep moving, but ready to defend his territory if it did now.

"Speech"