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He propped himself back up and moved closer to Naiche, now that the other wolf had acknowledged him. He grabbed some of the stuffing and began to help clean up the space - not that there was much left to do - and let the boy ask his questions. He was young, close in age to the Warlords oldest children. But he had been in the Armada for a long time now, and had made a lot of effort to learn and grow within the pack. He was loyal, and had never given Sirius a moment to doubt that. Right now, loyalty meant a lot to him. Too many wolves had come and gone, moved on with their lives as through the Armada was merely a stepping stone.

He nodded slowly, through the motion was certain, and could not be mistaken. “Aye. You’ve earned it Naiche, congratulations. I’ll announce it to the pack tonight. A new Reaper and General in the span of a few days. It's a good week for the Armada.” he paused, putting down his burden. “Your main goal will be training, get the wolves up to standard, and above. I want to full more specialised ranks, and be in a position of strength.” from there? Who knows, perhaps they would be due a raiding.