Northern Exposure

He followed Pyralis up North, his fur smelling strongly of herbs after all the fights he had been in over the last season. He had really gone and overdone it, but he'd never admit that. The crew made it to the Wall, a place he hadn't really seen or been to since he let Incendium drop. There was a myriad of scents, and after sending his cockatoo to scout with Pyralis' bird, his bird reported the Armada of course, and judging from the scents they were finding, a new pack seemed to have taken up residence where he had once claimed. Head lifted as Pyralis spoke, listening to her thoughts on the matter and he agreed with her for the most part. "I don't see the point in raiding a pack that may not have anything. The only other reason to raid them would be for a potentially easy win, but what's the fun and worth in that if they've nothing of value?"

The Armada on the other hand...he knew that if he saw that bastard Azure again, there was the chance that he might very well take the bastard's balls. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Of that, he was dead certain. "Although there's no harm in going to say hi...if you know what I mean," He smirked. He could smell Bellamy in these parts, and quite frankly, he didn't give a single fuck about what she had said at the challenge. He had been humiliated twice over that day, and the grudge held against both Azure and Bellamy was something he simply could no let go.