Bloody Ransom

The day had finally arrived when the band would become a pack and Zeke could barely contain his excitement. Most of the Syndicate have armor, weapons, and companions and, as they swiftly cross the lands that separate them from the pack that they will be taking over, their entire might is on full display. His own, newly acquired obsidian dagger is housed in its dark scabbard and attached to the left shoulder of his bone-spiked black leather chest piece. Yes, they are a fearful sight to behold and not one to be taken lightly.

A war is coming to Norad’s door and, while he would much rather just take the pack by brute force, those that make the actual tactical decisions in the band had decided to try a different track first.

They arrive at Norad’s borders without incident, Nila keeping their bargaining chip in the back, away from the bloodthirsty eyes of Seph and the rest of the band which is probably for the best.. Ezekiel fans out with the rest of the group, taking up his position with a word; his stance imposing and dominant as they quietly wait for the Norad King to arrive. Oiled leather creaks softly with each small moment he makes, the tension and excitement clogging the air and make a heady scent that stirs more than just the man’s heart.

This was going to be fun.

"Speech!"