Wounded Pride and an Empty Stomach

He regarded Askan for a time as he thought over the Warlords words. When the younger wolf spoke, Sirius gave his head a soft nod, understanding what wasn’t spoken. He didn’t want charity from a stranger. Not that it would have been charity, not truly. Sirius would have used the time to convince this stranger to join him. To show him the might of the Ashen Armada and see if joining them would be in his future. In the Armada there were so many chances for advancement and learning, that many had taken him up on the offer.
Alas, not all lost souls could be saved.

“You're standing on the continent of Boreas, in the Northern parts of the world, closest to the pack of Winterfell” Who’s Alpha had recently attacked their allies at the behest of a band of vikings. Weak, was what Acere was. “Further East lies Abaven, South from that lies the Ashen Armada - my home, and beside us our greatest Allies, Ashen. Two packs live near the center of the land, Valhalla lives South-West. You just met their Alpha” He explained, nodding his head after her departing form. “The eighth pack is their neighbors” he nodded his head in the general direction of each pack as he spoke. Listing the lay of the land by who claimed it. “I assume your new to Boreas?”