Cold North Winds

He was late. So, so late. He had gone into one of the caverns to explore and got lost, and had barely found his way out. He saw someone running past the mouth of the cave like his life depended on it, and Ansem having not heard the initial call decided it was important enough to see what was going on. He ran after the brown-furred stranger, his own lanky paws eating the ground as he tried to keep up and tried to call out to see what the fuss was about, but he supposed the stranger ahead of him hadn't heard him. Oh well!

As he neared the center of the Armada, he realized something important was going on because just about everyone was gathered. Woops! He quietly made his way towards the group and took a seat near the edge, peering around bodies to find his grandfather seated at the front and looking like he had things to say.