I found it. It's mine (Claiming)

An early spring rain had lured Álarr farther eastward. Here the lands were beginning to stir beneath winter's grasp and stretch forth toward the sun. He'd already learned of Abaven's disbandment after arriving to join only to find nothing of the pack remaining. All the same, as there were vacant dens it made a convenient place to rest mid-travel. He'd been headed back toward a temporary den at the rapids when he heard a challenge ring out. Well, shit. He supposed it couldn't last forever.

Álarr swiftly gathered up his things before curiousity lulled him to the source of the challenge. There was an unfamiliar male facing off against Corbie, a young woman he barely knew. The third wolf smelt of the Armada and between her scent and the boys it didn't take him long to connect the two to Sirius. He supposed seargent-stick-up-the-ass would be arriving any moment.