That deafen us like hurricanes

Bronze didn't hesitate to respond to the wolf that called the pack to gather. Change was in the air, that much was evident, from the apparent shift in Armada leadership to winter's slow approach. He couldn't help but be curious what those changes meant for him, if anything. He slowed as he neared the group that had already gathered, quietly acknowledging Basilisk's presence with a nod before finding somewhere to sit. Not long after he arrived so did Silent, gravitating toward him easily. A faint smile touched his lips as he leaned slightly into her, only for a moment before redirecting his focus to the new Warlord, waiting for the meeting to begin.