No bench polishers here (informal pack meeting!)

He sat and waited for Tyrian to begin the meeting, and immediately from the start, Ares was interested in what was being said. They were being sent on missions to spy and heckle their targets which...was fine by him. His most recent heckling had been some kid from Abaven, but the boy had attacked him first and while Ares hadn't won that fight, he would eventually get his revenge on the kid one way or another. He wouldn't voice that to anyone else though, and would keep that to himself for the time being. He glanced at his dad when Tyrian paired them up, a slow grin starting to part his lips as he flashed a grin at his dad before turning his attention back to Tyrian. While he wasn't keen on losing another fight anytime soon, the experience these missions gave would help him better himself. "Sounds good to me, I'm down to volunteer for another route."

He didn't know who the Armada was, but hey, his dad was a smooth talker when he wanted to be. And an outing with him would be a great opportunity to see how his dad operated with other packs. Considering he was an alpha before and all, he had a feeling he could learn some valuable lessons from him. Plus, he couldn't lie to himself. He wanted to spend more time with his dad, too.