Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Armando was doing his due diligence as a watchful varmint of Aerie. If asked he would say he was going above and beyond here seeing as he'd made it all the way up to the north in time for the end of the fight on runty little legs. Granted, a solid half of the journey for him had taken place on the back of a deer, but no one needed to know that part. It was a much more impressive feat if they thought he'd made the journey entirely under his own steam. So, here he was in time for the results and - as far as he could tell without looking too closely - the only Aerie representative. Bringing the latest gossip back to the pack would be a nice little feather under his cap.

With a breathless puff he flopped down in solidly neutral territory. He was about halfway between the two 'camps' and content to stay there even though there was a lack of foliage that made him a little uncomfortable. With one paw he reached up to adjust his helmet. Naturally he'd worn his gear. There was a feeling of lawlessness in the air and while he felt somewhat confident in saying the wolves would likely focus all their chaotic energy on each other and ignore a harmless little ole varmint like himself, you could never be too careful.