Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

The Warlord was also keeping a half eye on the fight. He was also very much aware that many wolves who he would consider a threat to him and his were here. He was keeping a careful ear on those around him, though he felt that sitting among Manea’s allies did separate him from those that had drama with him. In that regard, he had found something of an ally with Alastor. He had a feeling the equally towering dark brute might be more than happy to plunge into a conflict at his side against Sparrows allies if fighting broke out.

He grunted in response to Alastors words, his eyes flicking back to the battle as it progressed. He didn’t really care either way how the fight treated Sparrow. He had come to see if he would need to watch his back against another pack after this day.

The Warlord grinned at the wiggling boy in Alastors arms “Yours?” he asked warmly, though it seemed rather likely with the familiar way the dire was manhandling him. “Your story sounds familiar, the Ashen Empire was founded on a similar premises, of giving us a foothold on this land.” He explained “it’ll be my pleasure to help you build on Alias Island if you wish. I’ve had plenty of experience with all the dens, cellers, and gardens i’ve build on Armada” The Warlord admitted wryly.

When Alastor drew his attention to a pair of wolves on the opponent's side, he studied them for a moment. “It’ll be my pleasure. One looks to match the description my son gave me of a certain troublemaker…” he said with a low growl.