Forward we March!

Wylan surged ahead with Basilisk and Hazel did. Caught up in the moment as his two alphas let out a synchronised howl. He let out a bark himself. Not joining in exactly, just too excited to contain himself. The yearling stretched out his wings and raced into Syndicate territory. Where were they?

He let out another bark, this time it was a little bit of a battle cry. His miniature polar bear raced along at his paws. Showing surprising speed for something so round. He could sense more than see that his brother and his father were near him. Among the many other wolves of the Armada that had come to this showing.

"Speech"