One last call for alcohol

While he was certainly familiar with the ways of fighting and had been in various spars and the like in his life, he hadn't had a reason or desire to take part in something on anything of a larger scale than that. He had witnessed packs tearing one another apart on more than one occasion and usually wanted nothing to do with it. However, when Sirius called for warriors, he wouldn't deny him. The Warlord had been more than generous in giving him a home here and allowing him to do as he wished with setting up his blacksmithing space and the freedom to create what he wanted. He supposed he could take part in something on Sirius' behalf. He walked out to the meeting spot, finding a couple of wolves there already, and he gave the Warlord a nod before he settled down on his haunches to listen to the plan for today. He was hopeful that it wasn't anything too destructive, though he knew that this was something that came along with joining a pack. It was a concession he made in order to get all the other benefits that came along with being here and he was okay with that.

"Ruga Amanto"