The Ashen Armada devoured their opponents, losing five matches out of twelve. The Empire had done excellent of course, but Deathbelle’s wolves had come from the palace, and not the barracks. He had expected the win, and was pleased to see his wolves achieve it. The fighting force of the Empire had deserved it. Poor Venom, if she had gone up against any other, he suspected she might have won her match. He had trained her for the longest.

Once Io had finished tended to the wounded on both sides, and the last battle cries had fallen silent, Sirius would unveil the grog he and Io had put aside for this day. He lifted his head in a howl, summoning those from both sides that wished to celebrate the fight today. The learning experiences gained from both sides, and the knowledge that the Armada was finally ready, and crafted, into a force that could defend the Empire. The Empire wolves themselves had tested that this day. Today, the Empire grew a little stronger.

"Speech"

Hela came once again into The Armada's lands,somehow it felt weird for her to come into the land where she was beaten up and not only herself but Ashen itself.But well,only shortmined would keep the grief from such thing.And it wasnt actually a real fight.It was a mere excersise and it wasn't a big deal in her eyes. Calmly she approached with eyes in a serene expression,at the distance she saw Sirius and approaching she gave the Warlord a nod followed by an smile. "Sirus,good to see you." She started with the formalities out of the way. "How have your pack doing?" She asked with a voice like honey as she took a seat before him. "Speak"

Though Resin had tucked herself away in her den, she couldn't deny the call from Sirius. He was excited for their win and she wouldn't put a damper on that. To her, she hadn't won. One loss was not a win to the scarred woman. Taking some of the willow bark concoction that she had left from her injury, the maned woman moved to where Sirius was holding his gathering. She tried not to limp, but it wasn't easy and was more than likely noticeable. Taking a dish of the drink, Resin seated herself off to the side, laying upon her stomach to keep the weight off of her twice-injured leg. She lapped at the alcoholic drink sparingly. It was there for appearances mostly. She didn't like to put herself in such a state. She always had to be in control. As her eye connected with that of Sirius, she gave him a nod. The same was given to the woman that she'd beaten in the spar. Resin held no ill will towards the Ashen wolves. "Speech"