Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

"Well met, Alastor Mendacium, Genetor of Elysium." He murmured in response to the introduction. As for the question... "Ah," the Warlord said with a sly grin "anyone who tweaks the nose of that one interests me." He said, indicating the pirate woman with a tilt of his head. "Her and her merry band have been buzzing my borders like flies to carrion. I came to see if she would gain more power. I'm pleased to see another contend for this throne." He explained, wondering how long this wolf had been in Boreas for. He knew Sparrow had been born here, but only recently had the woman decided to harass the Armada. Firesides presence at her side didn't go without note. Fireside was a constant bur in his fur, first with the drunken instigator, then the spies he had sent buzzing at his borders. What they had planned next for the Armada he did not know. Sirius had always been content to keep his paw out of politics, but it seemed the ambitions of others would eventually force his choice. He would never forgive the pirate wolf who had maimed his daughter and attempted to burn his Plains.

He found himself staring moodily at Sparrow and co and returned his attention to Alastor. Not wishing to give too much away with the direction of his gaze. "I'd be interested to hear what you and your Lady have in mind for your Elysium. Perhaps the Armada might be inclined to lend a few paws to your setting up." He suggested, voice soft.