Greek Takeover

Erebos sought to stake his claim today, and he would of course, support his brother. He has only heard rumors about the Armadan warlords size, so he was interested to see if those rumors were true. None of them knew of course, who his brother sought to challenge until the call rang out, and even Medusa seemed surprised about it. Regardless, today would determine whether or not the Armada would have a home to return to. Following the others, he arrived in time to find the Armadan alpha answer Erebos' call, and the piebald male would of course, join the rest of his family in support of their brother.

His gaze scanned the crowd as he took his seat nearby, noting the hostility some seemed to have for his kin and the Bone Queen. He chuckled quietly to himself...ah yes, adults acting like children. It seemed the wolves of these lands weren't used the disruption of their status quo. Shame. That told him that several of them lived far too comfortably without fear of one another. A small shake of his head. It seemed they did fear change. Whatever didn't fit their own narrative was an enemy. But challenges were a part of the wolf world. Packs rose and fell all the time. Perhaps their own fear lied in the themselves...like maybe they felt they simply didn't have the power to protect what they felt belonged to them. Silly creatures...

Turning his gaze to the fight at hand, he kept an ear out for any that would choose to cause trouble. Just like the last challenge, it seemed others eyed them and the Insomnian pack as if they were the culprits. Judging without the truth. Silly wolves...keep living in fear. It would only make them weaker. He continued his scan of the crowd, committing faces and scents to memory. Who knows, maybe it'd come in handy in the future to remember them all.