Dragoncrest Cliffs the sirens of titan

The morning carried with it the distinct chill, both in the air and in the minds of so many in their pack. He knew what was coming as he sat stalwart beside their commander, opposite Eske, and with his mismatched gaze roving over those who joined them as well as beyond. He was tense with anticipation for what was to come, of course, but readying himself to face it head-on. Already so much time had passed, and Arlo's death did not bode well, so they had to act before it grew any colder if they were going to hold onto any hope for Wildfire's well-being.

As their group assembled and word spread, he felt the weight of it all so keenly.. and not only upon himself. Eske, with Tirgatao to support her, would do well here on the homelands he trusted, and he believed those like Étoille and Hux on the trip should be quite fine. The meek Eljay concerned his outlook some, and leaving a sometimes-sketchy Sirio to the others at home did not settle well with him either--plus he knew he would miss Dalia sorely. But he could not be in both places at once. This time, he had to ensure those that went were protected and that their travels went on undisturbed. Then maybe, if all went well, they could find something out at the Redhawk pack and return to the cliffs sooner rather than later.

He was as ready as he could be, anyway.