Armada Expansion: Fighting

Hearing the call from her father for fighters, Aris took the time to duck back into her new cavern home and shrug into her armor. She was, after all, turning over a new leaf. She was going to be proving herself here in these new lands, as a warrior and a healer. No more getting passed over and overlooked in favor of her siblings, no more being ignored. No more being the disappointment. So she needed to take the initiative and answer as many of these voluntary jobs as she could to make sure her dad could see she was working hard.

She was still shaking to settle her armor properly into place when she set foot onto the beach. She stopped a moment, surprised at the black sand beneath her paws. She'd not had time to explore much up here, what with setting up the pack lands, but it seemed her dad had plans for this area too, so maybe she ought to remedy that. For now, she just kicked back up into a trot to finish closing the distance to the group waiting. She didn't know either of the pair there with him (but of course they like every other wolf in the Armada towered over her) so after a brief appraising glance at each she ignored them to favor her dad with a bright smile. "You called?"