All the wolves in the Armada required fighting lessons. Every wolf beneath him would know the basics of self-defense. For their own sake, and for their pack mates. The Warlord of the Ashen Armada could not be everywhere, and well he leaned somewhat on his own reputation to protect them, they needed to put in some work of their own.

It was a cool summer evening, with a light wind to tease his dark coat, with a few hours left of daylight. The Titan would make his way to the community area of the pack, eyes grazing across the Obelisk he had painstakingly moved, and the large flat area he would be using to host meetings. He thought also of Sea’s Plains, a land not fit for denning or growing on, but perfect for what he had in mind. With the help of his beautiful wife, the Warlord had built many small arenas on the sand. Today, they would be putting them to use. They had a few hours before the tide would rise, and wash away the blood he intended to spill today.

Thoughtful eyes moved upwards as he pulled himself to his full height, and summoned the wolves of his pack. The call was not a mandatory one, but he would certainly make judgment on those that did not show. Especially, if the wolves in question were not fighters.

"Speech"

I'll live inside of my own head When the time is right again I'll let the sun creep in Acionna didn’t know if Kyros had truly followed her here, or if any of his followers had found out where she now resides, but no one had come storming the borders and demanding that she be handed over. She took that as a good sign. He was not a patient man, and if he knew where she was, he was unlikely to wait for her to come to him. With that knowledge, she had grown at least somewhat comfortable in her new home, and with Sirius allowing her to stay in a private room within the den he shared with his wife, she had finally been able to get some much needed rest. In the short amount of time she had spent in the armada so far, her days had been spent familiarizing herself with her new home and trying to find ways to make herself useful, all while staying far from the borders. She felt safe here so far, but she was still afraid of everything that lay beyond the borders, and everything and everyone that still remained unknown to her. When Sirius’ call reached her, she was quick to abandon her exploration and bound off to where he waited. His call had been an invitation rather than a demand, but she had learned at a young age that any summons from a superior should be answered promptly. She slowed as she neared, stopping a short distance away. She bowed her head in greeting before looking around to see who else might show up. Those who resided in the armada were still strangers to her, and she was anxious about meeting so many new faces at once. "Speech" || Thoughts

Meadow was out tending to the garden that she and Iolaire take abundant care of. Her paws are streaked with dirt as she sits back to admire her work; weeding is always dirty business. That is when her ears hear the call. Swiveling back to listen and the small woman identifies the summons from Sirius. The call does not have the same sound as the mandatory one that had been used to summon them for the move but that does not keep the light-colored female from packing up her tools and putting them to bed for the night.

Quickly she shakes out some of the dirt and beats a hasty path to the area she had heard the call originate from. When her paws hit the ground of the common area she slows so as not to run over anyone. She sees a wolf she is not familiar with and offers her a bright smile before dipping her head in greeting to the Warlord. Moving to a place that allows both Sirius and the other wolf a respectable amount of distance and keeps Meadow out of their personal bubbles, she then settles her rump on the ground and waits.

The main reason Eliphas’s thin frame appeared before Sirius’s call was to oversee any injuries that might happen. As far as small healers in the pack went he was one of many, he specialized in knowledge and battle tactics however. At least he had that going for him. Another trait of the delicate man was a penchant for solitude. He didn’t often show his face, preferring to remain in his hold to study or make his potions. While his dainty form didn’t make him a candidate for a good brawler, he knew another encounter with a bear would do him in. Without Zola beside him… He shook his head as he settled himself a little ways off with Merlin perched on his shoulder.

Roan wasn’t healed yet, but just like Iolaire said his facial wounds were long finished healing. They scabbed over, and after some uncomfortable itching, they were now fully developed scars. His leg however.. it was still sore, but as time went on he was slowly allowed more range of movement. If Iolaire knew where he was at the moment though, he wasn’t sure he’d make it through to the next day. Roan chuckled to himself and limped to the arena. So far there weren’t much in the way of warriors besides the warlord, hopefully he’d be able to take it easy after all.

永程

It wasn't that he didn't want to fight, but he didn't want to fight.

Yong Cheng frowned to himself at Sirius' call. He didn't want to leave the safety of the Warlord's den. It was roomier than his own, but the scent was overpoweringly Sirius', and Sirius was safe. His eyes narrowed. The healer fiddled with his paws as he'd done countless times before, weighing the costs and benefits of simply refusing to.

On one hand, he would be safe from all aerial attacks.

On the other hand, he would be subject to all Warlord attacks.

Was it safer to go, or to stay?

Could he even ignore such a call?

Rising to his feet with excruciating lethargy, Yong Cheng made his way there, slower than a snail.


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"Alright. Here's the deal" he looked out among the wolves that had assembled at his call. It was a good roll out, and he was pleased to see the faces of most of his weaker members in the crowd. They were the ones he needed to address the most. "Some of you have found yourselves in low positions of the Ashen Armada. some of you are simply lacking in the fighting department. In the Armada, tenacity, and spirit, will get you somewhere. If you fight for your rights, we in the Armada believe you deserve them. So... I'm here to teach you how to fight." There was no point sugar coating it. Any wolf here could rise, all they had to do was show that they wanted it, fight for it, and prove themselves.

Roan, of course, was the exception. The only thing holding him back was his healing injuries, which automatically relegated him to helper during these exercises.

The Ashen Warlord cast one more look about the small pack members, hiding the hint of pride he felt at seeing who had chosen to answer a call that was not mandatory, and knew these were the ones he could have hope for.

“With no further ado.. Follow me.” he commanded, and lead the way towards the Sea’s Plains and the numerous small arenas the pack had constructed for this purpose.

"Speech"