She laughed, then, soft and satisfied. Not at him, but along with him, while her ears flicked back and she looked up, taking in a deep breath of air.
"They did, yes. I had to mind my manners, of course -- it was my first real chance to observe the group as a whole, and I had to seize it." And Lefty had: they'd dipped their head, made small talk, but had spent most of the celebration calculating, thinking.
Sirius asked a followup, and Lefty's lips twitched in a little smile. Nothing devious, but...
"There... seems to be some tension between the younger heirs. Many things seemed unsaid at that party, and some of the wolves present-- I had the distinct impression that they were holding themselves back from revealing a whole truth at the event." Her tongue touches her teeth, then runs over part of her snout. "A tragedy has happened, I feel. Many seem to be recovering, still; they lost those who were close to them." She had been informed of the flood, and its recovery efforts, but. She did not know the specifics. "But moreso-- there seem to be tensions relating to... loss of a different sort. I saw some of these wolves, and it felt as if they were trying to cover up a presence that wasn't there." There'd been a strange melancholy to some present.
Lefty sighed quietly and continued. "Armada is a pack of hard workers, and-- yes, I have been using the Smithy. Learning its intricacies. I think that Armada-- its nuances are nuances of strength, but also of a pain that some have trouble expressing. This needs to be taken into account when dealing with them." They cleared their throat. "As I would say if I were reporting intel."
"Speech"
