Beat down the doors

It had been a long time since they had any kind of real action when it came to fights and the like—so much so that when the challenging howl from the border reached him and he went running for his armor he had to shake off the dust off of it. Somehow it didn’t register that it was his grandfather that had sent out the challenge until he raced toward the border and he saw the Warlord already locked in a battle with his uncle. Arc blinked with surprise and watched the pair for a moment. He hadn’t seen his grandfather since his mother had led them away from the Armada and he almost wondered if Sirius would even recognize him. He had been half the height he was now when he last saw the monochromatic male.

Quickly shaking his head and refocusing on the other Armada wolves in front of him, his gaze landed on a blue-hued male that seemed to be a similar age to himself. He figured he’d be as good of an opponent as any! Arc charged forward with a bit of a grin. He lowered his head and pinned his ears back, both for defense and to prepare himself as he attempted to headbutt the slightly shorter male’s right shoulder, hoping to start off the fight in his favor with getting his opponent off balance. His osprey swooped down toward the pair at the same time with a screech, flapping his wings and swinging his talons toward the male’s face to distract and hopefully throw him off to open up Arc’s ability to attack.

"Arcturus Indarra"