Gossamer offered Ophelia a grin as her sister sat down next to her. Her mother arrived next and she returned the nuzzle, watching as the rest of the pack filtered in. She leaned to the side, scowling a bit as Aris barreled right between her and Ophelia, just about running into them. Sheesh!

She was about to stick her tongue out at her smaller sibling but Sirius called the meeting to order to deliver some terrible news. Storms had hit the Armada and brought with them torrential rain fall and flooding. Gossamer felt sick and she turned to her companions. "Ásta, check my den and grab anything that can still be saved. Kylfa, take my personal storage cellar." She watched for a moment as her companions took off, feeling her stomach sink. Had all her hard work this past year just been wiped out?

Her mind was whirling but she tried to focus on the task at hand. She had a small bundle of fresh herbs. They could be used fresh just as well as dry but drying was imperative to keeping herbs over winter. Winter was a prime time for respiratory illnesses and they would need good stores for that as well as battle injuries. "After I assess my situation I'll return to the Gulley and gather more herbs. If we do end up deciding to raid, I request permission to join the raiding party. I uh, also wouldn't mind learning more about diplomacy if I'd be allowed to accompany someone more knowledgeable."

Artorias watched while the other wolves of the Armada assembled, some of Briar's siblings showing up first and some other wolves he didn't know. Zee appeared and joined her husband, and then Briar did, pointedly giving her mother a kiss and not addressing her father before coming to sit beside him. He gave her a stunned glance, a little surprised by the brazen show of rebellion to her father, then shot Sirius an apologetic "I have no idea what's happening" look. He leaned back against her all the same, supporting her weight while they listened to what the Warlord had to say. Suffice to say, it was not good news. His damage report had found that all of the food was a loss, and most of the furs were too waterlogged to be salvaged without becoming mildewy. They had maybe enough blankets for half of the pack, not counting whatever was saved from the other dens, and the dried herbs were all but destroyed as well.

"Food and medicines will be priority, since they're about to become scarce with the coming winter," he said mostly to Sirius, but to the collective as a whole as well. "I'll help for as long as you need me. I can dig new stores and I can help the hunting parties. When I return to the Hallows, I'll see what we have a surplus of that we can offer." He had a feeling Briar would have wanted him to go escort her on the diplomatic ventures, but he wanted to provide a more tangible support to his allies. Right now his paws were better suited to digging and stalking than they were standing around beside the princess. But with his time in the Armada running short and winter's chill fast approaching, he knew time was not on their side. The wolves of the Armada would need to work fast and efficiently if they ere to be prepared.

"Artorias Sirius Carpathius" | "Corbin" | "Argent"

One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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