"I've a few weapons, but they don't have any of the guns we're used to." That Washington had no problems with them, that they felt 'right', earned a inwards frown. "I couldn't use them. I examined them, but, the mechanics felt beyond me. I've a dagger, and some fist guards I've been told can be upgraded later, but nothing ranged."

She sat silently for a moment, still passing the apple from palm to palm, ignoring the returning ache that signified the emptiness inside her head. "Did.. North or South say anything to you, when you were in Recovery?"

Then green eyes settled at the snuffling from the raptor. She did not go still, but her back straightened. Mate? No. Pack? Yes, through metal, sweat and bloodshed, different only in the touch of the warm magic of the Red Dragonflight in her rather than the shifting sands of Bronze. Pack leader..?

"What are you going to name it?"