Midnight report

Sirius settled in the light snow across from her and began to speak. He spoke of her exploits and the maned woman chuckled, remembering a time when she had saved his skin, pulling him from a mud pit. "I protect. It's what I do." Protecting those weaker than herself had always been second nature to the big woman. It was how she lost an eye. It was how she received the expansive scars across her left shoulder. It was how she had damaged her throat and, most recently, it was how she snapped her leg.

"You seem to be doing a decent job of protecting those around you as well." Resin couldn't deny that she was impressed with the machinations of the Armada. Other than the fact that they ultimately served another pack. She would have focused her efforts on building up her own group without worrying about another, but that was how she worked. Not how he worked. Since joining the Armada, Resin had been able to continue being the gruff, mostly silent woman that she had always been. In return, she guarded the borders, hunted and protected the members of the pack when necessary.