At first he thought he'd just imagined it. Was his mind playing tricks on him or had that really been Roman's call that had sounded from Bevroren. Drashiel felt a burst of pride. The thought of his sister strong and powerful filled him with joy and of course the hope of an alliance. If there was one alpha he felt he could trust it was Roman. The two of them would raise from the ashes and become strong leaders that would carry the Armada name forward into a new future. Although?. worry settled hard in his stomach. If Roman was ruling Bevroren then what had happened to Athena? He hoped she was alright.
Drashiel paused at the border and howled. He knew Roman probably wouldn't mind if he just walked right into the terra but this was a matter of respect for the moment. At least until the rest of the pack became familiar with him. He waited to see if she would call him further into the terra or come to meet him at the border.
"Speech"
