How to save a life

All the wolves in the Armada required fighting lessons. Every wolf beneath him would know the basics of self-defense. For their own sake, and for their pack mates. The Warlord of the Ashen Armada could not be everywhere, and well he leaned somewhat on his own reputation to protect them, they needed to put in some work of their own.

It was a cool summer evening, with a light wind to tease his dark coat, with a few hours left of daylight. The Titan would make his way to the community area of the pack, eyes grazing across the Obelisk he had painstakingly moved, and the large flat area he would be using to host meetings. He thought also of Sea’s Plains, a land not fit for denning or growing on, but perfect for what he had in mind. With the help of his beautiful wife, the Warlord had built many small arenas on the sand. Today, they would be putting them to use. They had a few hours before the tide would rise, and wash away the blood he intended to spill today.

Thoughtful eyes moved upwards as he pulled himself to his full height, and summoned the wolves of his pack. The call was not a mandatory one, but he would certainly make judgment on those that did not show. Especially, if the wolves in question were not fighters.