Behind the mask

She spoke of a previous festival, and he tilted his head in curiosity, through said nothing. Instead, he readjusted the packs, slowing his steps to keep pace with the smaller wolf. He had not heard of the Nomads, and he wondered who these wolves were. Were they another power in these lands? Just one without a home, as their name suggested.

The idea of a tournament interested Sirius. A chance to show the other packs of the land the might of the Armada. His warriors were coming along well, and he would be interested to see how they performed. Raids were cropping up among the packs, likely because winter brought with it a sort of hardship. He would himself be able to judge the warriors of others packs, if they attended.

She asked him he had any other suggestions, and he mused it over for a moment. "Perhaps make it a joint affair. Give every Alpha who wishes to attend authority over some aspect of it. It should give them a chance to add their own flavour to it, and the authority might bring in more pack wolves then might otherwise have attended." He suggested.