For as large as Dread already was, he'd become pretty okay at climbing. It wasn't like he was climbing up the mountain, no, but he'd learned to toe the line on the just high enough stones. If he was going to be a guardian, a sentinel, he was going to need a good vantage point. Dread's eves worked. His sisters' did not. In his mind, his purpose was clear. Very, very clear. He would watch. He'd keep them safe. Wherever they were right now. Inside, last he'd checked. Dread practiced the careful route up the small boulder, one that was probably the same height as the Warlord. It wasn't climbing up the mountain, it was climbing up like, a whole two rocks. And he had a good reason. Though his joints weren't quite fully cooperative yet, and it took some fighting to remain stable, Dread was sure of foot and keen of eye. He panted lightly in the warmth of the afternoon sun as he reached the top of his boulder. Slightly out of breath, but the pride that washed over him was a feeling that would become addictive in time. From his spot, laying comfortably atop the large, flat rock, Dread took in the Col. Quiet. Listening. Watching.

He was out on patrol today, his days here had been dull and boring so far. Probably not much different than when he had been a hermit prior to joining Armada. He had seen some of his packmates in passing, but never really had a conversation with anyone outside of Sirius. He recognized some names and faces, but hell if they stuck long enough for him to remember all the time when he had little interaction with them.

As he approached a part of the Col that had some boulders strewn about, he spotted what he thought to be a smaller version of Sirius for a moment and then realized it was one of the new puppies he'd seen running around. Was the kid exploring maybe? Trying to get a better look at his surroundings? "Nice looking out, kid. I'm sure nobody will get past with you guarding the pack," He approached, looking up at the boy perched on his boulder.