With ears held forward and his brows furrowed in concern, Halcyon listened to Pine name his adopted mother's murderer. Aranck. Just like Jaidah before, the young wolf burned the name into his memory. It took all his will power to stay seated and give his full attention to his fellow guard. Pine was saddened, of course she would be, and hearing her name off the wolves who had escaped and those who had not made his own heart grow even heavier. How could this have happened? Iromar had been so strong. Had he... weakened them during his very short time as king? Before the thought could sprout into something dangerous, he pushed it from his mind. Now was not the time for self doubt and pity.

Just like the wolfess before him, who was still so very young and yet a true adult in his eyes, he stood with his eyes dry and determination in his heart. They would not bow down. This crime would not go unpunished. Aranck would get what he was due and it would be Pine and her followers that would do it. Turning to him, the brown and grey wolf explained what she needed him to do and he nodded, understanding what she was asking. If they were to re-claim Iromar, they were going to need an army. Wolves who wanted a place to call home and were willing to fight for it. Surely there would be at least a few loners who would follow Pine.

"I'll help, but it will take time. Loners are not usually willing to shed blood for a pack, but if we can find some way to reward them when the time comes, I'm sure a few will join us. I will also speak with my niece, Queen Zelda of Taviora. If we do this, we will need another pack to ally with us." He spoke with a strange confidence he didn't realize he had. While he may not really know how to gather wolves the way that Pine needed, he was more than willing to learn and do. Perhaps Ame and Jackson would know some wolves who would help, if not add their own fangs to the fight. For the past year, Halcyon had lived life as a loner. It might take them months or even years to succeed, but one thing was for sure, Iromar would have him back one day. At last, Halcyon found where he truly belonged and he was going to get it back. One way, or another.