Calypso was frustrated beyond belief at her showing in the tournament. She'd made too many mistakes, brought shame upon the Fatalis family, and somehow added to her ever-increasing loss count. The only wolf she'd managed to beat in combat so far had been her sister- that wouldn't impress her father in the slightest. To make matters worse, Sirius had taken Basilisk on an adventure to the Hallows. As far as Callie could understand, it must have been because her brother was favored not only by their father but by the other leading wolves of the pack, too. She huffed a sigh, kicking the sand and bringing her markings to glow brighter in the fire of her anger.

If only she could prove herself somehow, but how? All the adults in the Armada were well-trained and experienced fighters, no matter how many times she requested a spar Callie knew she was merely adding to her losses. Even the children who roamed the plains seemed to be exceptionally skilled, Levi was tiny but packed full of a dangerous sort of energy that Callie assumed had to be inherited from her grandmother herself. Basilisk was huge and growing more every day, on track to tower over even the largest of the Fatalis family. What did Callie have to offer? A faint glow, that served only to show her opponents how nervous she was in combat.

The pup was so preoccupied with her own thoughts and lack of self-confidence that she didn't see the crocodile come up from the water, moving slowly across the sand towards her. Its jaws opened wide as it neared her from behind, intent on making the fire-toned female its next meal.

Word Count: 286/1500
"Speech"

The raid that Armada waged against one of the neighboring packs had gotten Ruga thinking. Pretty much everyone else in the fight, including the woman he had fought, had a plethora of armor and companions to aid them in their fight. He had never personally felt the need to outfit himself in such things since he never thought he would be fighting regularly, but maybe it was time for him to reconsider. For the first time he was actually developing ties to something that might just be worth defending if for no other reason than to keep this nice home and forge he had built safe. It was unlikely that he'd find anywhere else that would give him this much freedom to just live how he wanted and create what he wanted to create. Participating in some raids and helping outfit the pack with armor when asked was a small cost for that in his mind.

While he was pondering what he might want to make himself in the way of armor, he started making his way down toward the coast. Sometimes taking a walk and getting his legs moving was the best way for him to think of ideas so that's exactly what was on the agenda for today. However, some movement caught his attention and he lifted his gaze till his seafoam green eyes landed on the bumpy form of an crocodile seemingly on the hunt. He didn't see what it was after at first, not until he saw the subtle, fiery glow of one of the pups he had seen around the pack a couple of times. "Shit..." he muttered as he put two and two together and then bolted forward to stop it.

"Look out!" he called as he leapt up to jump on top of the crocodile, his front paws landing on top of its snout to snap its jaws closed before they could close around the young girl. "Get out of here, kid!" he managed before the reptile started to wriggle and throw him off, making him stumble back and fall to the side off of the beast. He fell hard on his shoulder with a wince and an "oof", having to scramble back to his paws to get out of the way before the crocodile could whip its head around to snap at him instead.

WC: 392
Total: 678/1500

"Ruga Amanto"