Sound the bugle now

Red eyes turned towards the sound of his queen's call and with one last deft look around he loped towards her howl. Hearing voices and movements in the darkness as the fog was paramount made his hackles raise and the voices screaming ever louder in his care worn head. Queen needs queen needs darkness darkness mist creeps it creeps.

Like some dawn of the dead spectre he materialized from the fog, red eyes glowing darkly as he took in those who were there. Two he did not know the little one Tyrande and the half face Erika. You called Sitri. He spoke as the hulking scarred brute took up a stance near the half faced one. he stood studying the others and listening always listening.