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The Dreamer's Col. A location she would explore for herself, often alone if she was being honest. Not because she couldn't find anyone, but because she had trouble sleeping. Pacing was a thing during insomnia. She'd eventually learn everything she could about Armada with this system. Wren stepped near the fire, pondering hunting for her new pack.

Sirius had accepted her into the community and his scent was still left on her coat. That way, nobody could bitch and moan she was trespassing. Wren cleaned her paws first before deciding to hunt. Her paw pads were caked with dirt and dried blood, a combination of fleeing from her previous home and travelling.

The young woman glanced up when she heard steps approaching. Though her back was to the other wolf, she felt her muscles tense. It'd take some time before she was comfortable with Armada.

"Speech"