Make Way For Young Blood

Mojito knew very little still about the inner workings of the pack, though he was trying to pick it up here and there. Still, he knew Asla's howl, it was imprinted into the back of his mind, just as everything else with her was. He too would find his paws drawing him towards the location of the challenge, he cast his gaze about as he arrived, soft blues drawing in those gathered before landing on Asla, watching her with an unreadable expression as she lunged at a man he did not know.

Mojito was not yet friendly with most of the Armada's wolves and so he settled himself in a place no one else had decided to congregate yet, too self-conscious to push himself in where he might not be wanted. Silently he rooted for Asla, though he still did not yet know what the fight meant.

"Speech!"

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