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

Ah, so not just one member. Two potential ones. She listened as the woman spoke, calling herself Bellamy. "Armada welcomes wolves from all walks of life, as long as they pull their weight in some way" Wren replied to the other wolf "healer or fighter, hunter or scout... they value individual strengths. I would ask you to speak to our warlord, Sirius. Or alpha, as they commonly call the rank." She didn't roll her shoulders, knowing Sirius had fought for everything he ever had accomplished.

"Since I can't accept you on behalf of the Armada, you can judge my words in our bout and I can escort you and your mate to the Warlord so he can access you" Wren promised but the first thing was first! "family and friendship is everything to the Armada. They are part of a mighty namesake; many of the name Fatalis call it home there but others exist in other packs. They value diplomacy and their allies." She gives a nod, recalling her mentor's words about the Hallows and Ashen and Abaven.

Abaven... fell. She hoped they were all okay there though. But it was clear through Wren's words; she respected the pack. If she was going to be leaving it to start her own, she was not going to swipe potential skilled members from Armada.

"Speech"