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The Warlord led his lost lamb into the Armada territory. Grim had the intention of becoming a warrior - and the Warlord was a wolf who knew how to shape his people into becoming so. He would ensure his training was diverse, he had others to help teach the boy as well. Give him experience with different heights and tactics. He paused just after crossing the border, and raised a paw forward, encompassing the whole of the pack.

“This is the Armada, you will find my pack code on the Obelisk, and you can choose an empty den to call your own, or we can dig another out for you. Supplies will be provided for you, and your training will commence at dawn.” he explained as he walked the younger wolf towards the center of his pack. The tall grasses folded beneath the titan Warlord.

“Any questions?’ he asked, looking back at the other wolf.

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