More arrived, the range of its siblings expanding. Orthus seemed hungry; Halycon seemed efficient. It greeted both with a welcoming hum. The mention of food caused it to reflect- was it hungry? A little bit, admittedly. If Halycon and Bone returned with flesh, It would partake.

There were other matters at hand though. The itch for battle was as tangible, if not stronger than Juggernaut's hunger. He had been given form for a reason, and the thought made his trendils twist, eager to plunge the horrifically organic ends into something that stood in the Hive's way. In training he would restrain himself of course, not wanting to harm family, especially one as new as this. He would use this time to learn, and save his energy for the real war.

He blinked at his sister, before stepping forward.