Dragoncrest Cliffs they make us war

The obsidian male made quick work of the distance between himself and the designated meeting place. Without hesitation, he had set off at the sound of his Heda. A woman he hadn't seen or spoken with in such a long time. It was wonderful to hear her call, even if the context was unfortunate.

As he approached he gave Thuringwethill a deep respectful nod, before offering Eske and Dio the same. He had no inclining of what this meet was about. His information on his two missing packmates was lacking. However, the atmosphere that surrounded the group was not of a cheerful note. So the man waited to see why they had been called here.