May the odds be ever in your favour

Sirius looked to the wolves before him. Each one of them had spoken up in interest of the Reaper position. He assembled them in a row after the pack meeting, and looked over them now. Hester, Roan, Banshee, Tamsyn. Not a bad turn out, he decided. Some of them were new to the pack, some had been with him near the start. All of them held promise that he hoped to nurture and expand in the weeks to come.
"Alright, listen up competitors!" He said, raising his voice, sharp and commanding. He walked up the line of assembled wolves as he spoke.

"The four of you are entering into a competition for the highest rank available in my pack. For this rank, you will need to display cunning, strength, compassion to your fellow warriors, and ambition. I have lined up a series of tasks for you to complete. The completion of tasks will act as a tally to your total score, as will other deeds made within the pack." He explained, swivilling and making this way back down the line. His paws crunched grass, and his voice boomed between them.

"Some of your are newer to the art of fighting then others. I dont only want a wolf that will succeed today, this is an investment to the future of the Armada. With that in mind, the challanges have been shaped to reflect not only on those with high skilled, but those that are willing to develop them." He explained, his voice serious and proud. He loved this pack, and he wanted to install that same love in his wolves. This was their family, and their future. When one succeeded, they all succeeded.

"I have assembled here a list of what will add to your scores each day, a list that shapes the type of wolf I want in a position of power within this pack. You will all be under close scrutiny over the duration of this competition. You can win points, and you can lose them. My eyes will be watching. Any questions?"