That deafen us like hurricanes

He kept to himself more often than not. Though he was aware of the unrest within the pack. During that whole ordeal when Basilisk took over, Ansem had remained with Grimoire in their part of the caves, listening to Grim's instructions in keeping busy, keep your head down, and to not get involved. Easy enough. Ansem did that anyway, so he kept busy and helped Grimoire brew a new flavor of mead he'd been trying to work on since. But when Basilisk called the pack together, Ansem hesitated. How was this going to go? His grandpa had left, and so had a number of others. He didn't know his...well, he wasn't sure who Basilisk was in relation to him to be honest. He knew he wasn't exactly blood related, but the Fatalis had so many members it was hard to keep track. He sighed heavily, pausing in the stirring of a batch he was working on as he stared into its depths. It wasn't until he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder that he turned to see Grimoire motioning for him to follow.

He had found comfort within the presence of the other, quiet male and hoped that everything would be alright. Honestly, he didn't know if he should stay in the Armada, or leave at this point. What was in store for Armada's future? Leaving his task, he followed the earthen male out to the meeting place, finding that a number of wolves had arrived already, but there were some still not there. His mother had yet to arrive, and he wondered if she was still here or had chosen to skip town. No...she wouldn't do that. He thought. That didn't sound like the sort of thing his mom would do. She was pretty tough, and he only wished that he had that toughness.

He approached the group in silence, balking at the thought of settling among them. While he usually sat with Grim, that would change when he spotted his sister. It had been quite a long while since he had spent any time with his siblings...drawing a deep, quiet breath, he walked over to Tethys and settled down beside her. He offered a weak, half-hearted smile. Though his body language betrayed he was unsure of what was to come.
"Speech!"