Gonna draw your last breaths, at the end of our Mek’Leths

Aris had left most of her emergency kit with the healers, keeping only the bare necessities as the raiding party crossed the border. She glanced around with only minimal interest as they did, just enough for situational awareness. She didn't have the same obsessive focus on the pirates that many of her family had seemed to develop over the years, so these not-pirates held as little interest for her as any other pack. At least they were punctual and didn't leave the Armada wolves disappointed after all the hype, because they promptly answered Sirius' challenge with a flow of wolves coming out of the woodworks like termites to defend their land. Stomping down her nerves ruthlessly, Aris readied herself, eyes darting around to try to pin down an enemy who wasn't already being handled.