Much to learn

Seneca was exploring when he heard the Warlord's call. He hesitated. Was Basilisk really calling for him? His nose twitched and he turned to answer, his pace an even jog. All the while, his mind tumbled with what he could possibly want with little old him, of all the pack mates there were. Nervousness crept into his shoulders as he moved through the Col, easily spotting Basilisk. Even from this distance, he was absolutely gigantic. And intimidating.

Seneca swallowed hard and approached, with what he hoped was a smile on his muzzle. He looked up, up, and up. "Hi, sir." Seneca was a little confident in where they were, having been learning the layout of Armada. And this did not bode well for Seneca.