How to save a life

"Alright. Here's the deal" he looked out among the wolves that had assembled at his call. It was a good roll out, and he was pleased to see the faces of most of his weaker members in the crowd. They were the ones he needed to address the most. "Some of you have found yourselves in low positions of the Ashen Armada. some of you are simply lacking in the fighting department. In the Armada, tenacity, and spirit, will get you somewhere. If you fight for your rights, we in the Armada believe you deserve them. So... I'm here to teach you how to fight." There was no point sugar coating it. Any wolf here could rise, all they had to do was show that they wanted it, fight for it, and prove themselves.

Roan, of course, was the exception. The only thing holding him back was his healing injuries, which automatically relegated him to helper during these exercises.

The Ashen Warlord cast one more look about the small pack members, hiding the hint of pride he felt at seeing who had chosen to answer a call that was not mandatory, and knew these were the ones he could have hope for.

“With no further ado.. Follow me.” he commanded, and lead the way towards the Sea’s Plains and the numerous small arenas the pack had constructed for this purpose.