Word around the street is....

Did he try to find his mothers killer? The nightmare seemed to be bleeding into his reality. It felt like the ground had been swept from under him. Leaving him on his back withhis limbs struggling. He had thought about sticking around obsidean beach longer but something from his memory had drawn the young wolf to the edge of the woods. His feiry coat gleaming handsomely in the light. Nirahs ears angled forward his had close to the ground to take in the border scents. The armada... hed made it.

Did this pack know his mother at some point? Nirah had heard rumors that the Armada was very oreintated toward the militstic side of things. Would he have to demand to be trained? His shoulders flexed trying to ease his nerves as his head rang out in a polite call. The tone cracking slightly with the low inclation of his voice.