Strength is in the soul.

He’d found that the woods here were perfect scratching posts. Though Nirah didn’t feel right scratching trees that didn’t belong to him. The next best thing was a good stone. So after the morning routine for the week he’d taken his herbs and set off. Still unsure where he should den the temporary guest had been wandering and finding nice spots to rest when he could. Nirah had found it hard to sleep too much anger bubbling under his surface. Today he’d apply some of anger to a well needed sharpening of his cat claws. It hadn’t taken long for the giant to find a nice jagged rock though. Small enough to fit in his mouth big enough to purchase with his paws.

After picking a spot under a rather large tree he lay and placed the stone in front of him. Sticking his claws on the stone he raked them across. The satisfying feeling made him smile along with the sounds of claws against stone. It was important to keep your weapons maintained. Especially if they were a part of you.

A new day, a new adventure, and the day found Charlie breaking away from his companions to wander on his own. He found himself drifting in the direction of the woods. The sounds of other birds filled the area, and the yearling found himself wearing a smile as he passed through the familiar territory. Home. He was happy, finding contentment reaching him in his life. It wasn’t an excuse to slack. Just because he was getting to where he felt he wanted to be in life didn’t mean that he didn’t want to keep bettering himself. Why settle? He had the potential for great things, if he worked for them. Light danced in his blue eyes, and soon realized that he was approaching the scent of a stranger.

He believed he had seen the other yearling at the meeting but he didn’t know their name. Well, there was no time like the present to introduce himself, right? The tawny furred male approached the other, noticing the claw marks on the stones at his paws. Curious, Charlie lifted his gaze to the other and gave a friendly wag of his tail in greeting. “Hello there. My name is Charlie. Have you been with the Armada long?” They certainly smelled of the pack, so whoever they were they were meant to be there.

"Speech," 'Thought.'

Nirah looked up from his rock. His claws sinking back into his paws while he tilted his head. Charlie seemed to be a friendly wolf a wag in the fellow yearlings tail. Those fangs sure were interesting the armada was filled with these kinds of wolves. Then again so were these lands Nirah had been growing up to realize. We’ll he did suppose he could bite. "Nice to meet you Charlie." he began pawing at the stone that he’d left his claw marks on. "My names Nirah. Not long, I’m actually only staying for training." he felt no need to give the details fined tuned of his family connections.

"I’ve just been sharpening my claws on these rocks. Gotta keep in shape right?" Nirah dug a claw into the stone. The scratching noise clicking in Nirahs head. He could do some damage with these, so he best be careful. After all he didn’t want to go poking his own eye out with his mutation.

The other wolf before him returned his greeting and introduced himself as Nirah. A yearling who hadn’t been here long, and appeared wouldn’t stay for long either. They were here for training? This caused Charlie to arch a brow. Well, if Nirah wanted training, he would find the best here at the Armada. Especially with his family holding some of the strongest ranks. “You’re in the right place for training for sure.” He assures him, gaze once more turning the rock. He notices that Nirah’s claws had receded back into his paws. Ahh, like his dad. That was interesting.

“You have claws like my dad. It makes sense to keep them sharp. They are weapons after all. Not sure if I’d have as much like doing that with my fangs.” He grins at that. He doesn’t mind that fact. “If you’re staying for training, maybe you’d like to do some with me? I’m… admittedly not as far along as some of my siblings, so I might not be quite what you’re looking for in a sparring partner, but I won’t make it easy on you!” His blue gaze dances with confidence. He was hoping Nirah could help build him up, and vice versa. He wanted to be strong, for himself and for the Armada, and while he looked to improve himself and his rank, he would not settle.

"Speech"