If I showed you my soul would you cover your eyes?

One last hurrah.

Wren wanted a fight before she was truly crowned as a queen - as Mercury said. She didn't feel like a queen. She felt elated and happy, and all the queens in the stories were envious and mean. She spotted movement ahead and slowed her pace. Her tail held high, her chin gazing evenly at the woman. "My name is Wren Baines of the Armada" she introduced herself, still being Sirius' wolf "I am not a leader, but I represent the strength of my community." She waited to see if anyone else would arrive.

Surely a fierce-looking wolf was a potential backbone to any pack? "If you want a place to belong, I won't force you into the Armada" Wren continued diplomatically "but I can at least show a bit of our power with a spar if you'll honor me with one?" Sirius would have the final judgment, of course, but she could get to know this woman and her need for a home. Who knew where it would lead? "and you're free to ask questions about my pack, of course." She added with a nod.

ooc; wren is here on behalf of armada, if nobody shows up! i can't speak for sea though ;D

"Speech"