Sin Armada

Crimson stained claws imprinted upon the snow covered ground. Even for Spring, the snow did not cease its fall. But it was to be expected in the North Lands, nothing was easy in the mountains and the weather was always close to undesirable save for rare days when the sun was able to break through the hold of the clouds. The pack he had joined bored him thus far, nothing of interest, nothing of entertainment, nothing that made him want to stay for very long. He was here for but one reason...and that was to have a place to stay until his time came to claim his own crown. And that time was drawing near. He could feel it. Amber optics gazed about his surroundings, though once again as usual, there was nothing different. Everything remained the same blanketed in snow, cold, empty, barren. How could the supposed great pack of Glaciem reside in such boredom? Was it always this way? Well, his pack would not stoop to such standards...he would make sure of that. Plans brewed in his mind, waiting for release into the world. Wolves from all over would learn his name, and they would learn what Fear really was. Although he was capable of mercy...he never showed so much as a miniscule droplet nor hint at it save for the rarest of occasions. Today would perhaps, would be one of those days...He would call forth his sister, wanting to gain some knowledge on his relation as it was something he neglected to do in the past. Then again, he hardly cared for others...except for his newly acquired trophy he kept hidden away. She was a beauty, and it was possible that for once, he cared about something in an unusual way. Amber gaze searched the landscape after his brief call was sent. Would she come? Or would she choose to ignore him? He hoped it wasn't the latter...family or not, he didn't want to have to seek her out and deal reprimand for ignoring him. Even so, perhaps she would be interested in a meeting...and if not, then only fate would know. Sin would wait as long as his short patience would allow, seating himself upon the snow as flakes drifted gently upon his crimson stained coat.

Snow... The disgusting remnants of winter had yet to fade from the lands of Glaciem. She itched to travel south, but refrained herself, sticking closer to home, to train and grow stronger. The ivory woman had disclosed her loss with her father, vowing mentally to train and become a force unstoppable, unfortunately, that meant hanging around in the cursed snow longer, waiting for summer to hopefully thaw it out in spots. With every slosh filled step in the mushy ick, she'd remind herself, that she had wanted this. A place to train, an empire to grow in. She had met the majority of the empire, save all the children. It seemed there were many pups wandering about. She hadn't talked to most of them enough to form solid opinions of them. She had come to the empire in the after-math of the war, her father's pack had waged. So action was slim, aside from the bear, and other incidents, she had been... bored, but content. However it was a surprise when her attention was drawn to the call of a slightly familiar wolf, Sin. She had some misgivings about him, but he was like so many, she didn't really know him. Never-the-less, he was a pack-mate and when she was called, she would go. She would move towards the sound, at a relaxed lope, her tall strides eating the ground beneath her with every movement. When he came into view, she slowed to a trot, and to a walk as she drew closer to him, stopping some feet away. A polite nod she would offer him, and a soft greeting. "Sin." Her ears would train on him, curious as to why he had called her, as she settled back on her rump in the snow, waiting to see what he would say. Tones would leave her jaws again, a soft question to hang in the air. "You called?" Speech,