Kotori had been all over the landscape it felt like recently.  He had spent time in Ashen and got to know Venom better while offering her assistance and improving their ties to one another.  From there he had gone back home and spoke with his father.  

It was now official.  Kotori was no longer a member of the Armada.  Dad had given him his blessing on Kotori’s idea to get a pack of his own.  He’d even offered his aid wherever Kotori might need it.  Kotori knew the land of Boreas well but he had never been here.  The scent of the Abaven members was still fresh but it appeared they had broken ways.

Kotori howled a call out long and wide, let those still close and those far know that a claim was being placed on this land.  Another Fatalis would rule a portion of the land and he’d make sure the world took note.  Walking about the area Kotori continued exploring the area.  If this was to be his generic knowledge would not be enough.  
Would anyone challenge his right to this?

"Kotori Fatalis"

Corbie had finally gone to where Ardyn had told her Abaven was. She'd been looking forward to meeting Theory, the alpha he'd told her of, and learning more about her school. About what they taught, how they taught it, how they ran the logistics, she just had so many questions and had only thought of more as she'd made her way there.

But the pack boundaries were all but gone, the pack lands empty.

She'd stood there, troubled, trying to listen. She'd started out this journey not understanding what pack life really meant, but she'd learned along the way. She knew, now, that this wasn't normal. Not for any pack, but especially not for a school. The school should be bustling, children laughing and playing, and learning. The pack boundaries well kept up and patrolled to keep the precious students safe.

This place felt dead.

A sudden call startled her, like the ghost of the pack. But no, it was just someone calling to claim what had been left behind. It saddened her that someone could just so casually call out in demand of a pack that had, if Ardyn had told true, been so good. She wanted to see who would call back the ghosts of the pack, and set out to where the call came from. Perhaps they would be bringing Abaven back to what it had once stood for.

But when she came upon the male who had called, she stood silently, a frown furrowing her brow. Unless there were two identical males in this world, and the Kotori Fatalis of Armada that Ardyn had described had a twin brother, this was the very male who she had said she'd be avoiding. Now that she was here, though, she found she couldn't just walk away. A bullying bastard, claiming the pack that had stood for such good? It wasn't fair. It wasn't right.

"No," she spoke firmly, loudly enough for him to hear. "Abaven was a place of honor, not of blood. You will not be building another war pack on the ashes of this school. You will have to go through me first. Kotori Fatalis, I claim this pack."

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Corbie vs Kotori for CLAIM
Height 31"
Build Medium
Round 0/?

Gossamer was scouring the east for her missing healer's pack. She'd been partaking in the market, selling a few of her own extra gatherings of peppermint, when it had mysteriously gone missing. Ásta had spied a hawk and tracked its course eastward. In terms of quantifiable value the pack could afford to be missed. Everything she had had in there was surplus to trade but the fact that it had been given to her by her parents made it special and that anyone would steal it infuriated her.

After finding a replacement for her guard duties she struck out, following any signs that she could find, her companions at her heels. She stopped in her tracks when she heard her brother Kotori howl, staking a claim on nearby lands. Confusion contorted her face. When had he decided to leave the Armada and start his own pack? Gossamer hesitated for a moment then turned to find the source of the call. She could continue to hunt for her bag later.

She arrived to see an unfamiliar woman standing against her brother. She hadn't heard the words exchanged and simply called out to Kotori. "Kotori, what's going on? You mean to leave the Armada?" A myriad of emotions tumbled through her chest. Pride and awe at him striking out on his own like Briar had, but sorrow at another of her siblings leaving. Another gap she would have to contend with.

An early spring rain had lured Álarr farther eastward. Here the lands were beginning to stir beneath winter's grasp and stretch forth toward the sun. He'd already learned of Abaven's disbandment after arriving to join only to find nothing of the pack remaining. All the same, as there were vacant dens it made a convenient place to rest mid-travel. He'd been headed back toward a temporary den at the rapids when he heard a challenge ring out. Well, shit. He supposed it couldn't last forever.

Álarr swiftly gathered up his things before curiousity lulled him to the source of the challenge. There was an unfamiliar male facing off against Corbie, a young woman he barely knew. The third wolf smelt of the Armada and between her scent and the boys it didn't take him long to connect the two to Sirius. He supposed seargent-stick-up-the-ass would be arriving any moment.

The existence of the pack that would be sharing a border with them as they expanded out their borders had been a constant topic in their discussions about claiming the Firefly Lake and now, just as they officially began to mark the borders and make it theirs, Abaven was gone. It had her distinctly curious about the absence of the pack that had seemingly been so well established not all that long ago and she was poking around just past the border of her own pack when she heard a howl to lay claim to the land. It brought back the memories of her own challenge for the pack that had once stood in the north—none of the memories particularly pleasant ones. Still, she was curious about who had come to pick up the pieces of the former pack, especially if there was a chance that they would take up residence here and be the new neighbor to her own.

She strode out toward the call and when she arrived she saw that she wasn't the first to get here. A smaller, monochromatic woman had faced off against a tawny fellow with horns protruding from his brow. A couple of other wolves had begun to gather as well, one seemingly on either side. It took her a moment to connect the memory, but she remembered Gossamer from attending their festival and she quickly made the assumption that the male must be part of Sirius' brood as well. Well, she was friendly with Sirius and the Armada at the very least so she supposed that was as good a reason to side with the male and give him a bit of a show of support. If nothing else she'd rather have him as a neighbor than the other woman who she had no connection or interest in.

She approached just in time to hear Gossamer call to her brother and question him about what was going on and she smirked slightly, settling on her haunches with a graceful brush of her tail to curl it around her paws. "Perhaps we save the questions until after the fighting is done, darling," she said with a soft chuckle, keeping Gossamer company while she wondered if Sirius would appear eventually as well.

"Manea Mendacium"

Tove is wandering nearby, getting the lay of the soon-to-pack lands when Kotori’s call rings out. Scarred head lifts lips tugging upward as the young alpha lays claim. She scents the air, a frown tugging at her lips back downward as she finds an unknown wolf on the breeze. Lips pull back in a silent growl as she glides toward the challenge area.

She arrives in time to hear the monochrome wolf’s attempt to lay claim and Tove gives a great roll in her direction. Little shit doesn’t even what they are about and yet she is going to pass judgement without facts. Oh well, Kotori will just have kick her butt. The scarred nebula wolf moves to join the other spectators and notices a female that tries to call out to her brother.

She bites down the urge to tell her shut up and, thankfully, a tall people woman moves up next to the stranger and suggests they save their questions. A grateful smile is offered to the purple wolf before she moves to settle on her haunches near the tall antlered male. Tove spares him a glance, a small twitch of scarred lips is the only greeting she gives before turning her attention to Kotori and the stranger.

After the bear attack, talking has been difficult for her so she simply grunts her approval to Ko and nods at him.

"Tove Baade"

It would have taken a monumental disaster to keep the Armadan Queen from attending this day of importance and from watching yet another of her children rise out from their ranks and into a leadership role. It was faintly reminiscent of the day his father had claimed his own pack from the ashes of Olympia, except when Sirius had called for an opposition to his claim, the call had gone unanswered. Kotori's rise to power would not be uncontested, it would seem. Zee moved to stand behind him, finding a spot for herself beside Gossamer. There was no doubt in her mind that her son would come away with his pack, one way or another. The only question was whether this stranger would pose enough of a challenge to stop him from seeing his dream come to fruition today. She bit back the instinct to offer words of encouragement or praise, knowing it would do nothing for his image to have his mother at his back telling him how proud she was of where he now stood. "Speech"

Aryn had been a very good pack member every moment of every day since she'd fled during the Long Night and been caught for the transgression. She'd worked hard to hone her skills, left the pack lands only under supervision, and while opportunities had come and gone to slander the alpha who had scarred her, she had managed to shoulder her pain silently and with grace. She did not intend to ever break a rule of Habari's again, until this day when her dik-dik arrived to share with her the knowledge of the brewing fight in the east.

She had hardly even gotten to know Corbie, but already she considered the woman one of her dearest friends. Armed with the knowledge that the kindly livestock tender had begun to refute a claim upon Abaven's land, Aryn broke out from the border at a sprint. It was a dangerous move, and one was ambiguous enough that she could not anticipate the retaliatory actions of Recluse for it. Whether it would be seen as treason or acceptable innocent interest, Aryn did not know, but it was something she'd have to deal with later for better or for worse.

Already spectators had begun to gather, the majority of them falling upon Kotori's side of the challenge. Aryn's ears pulled back tight against her skull as she idled momentarily in no-man's land, warring with the understanding that Habari would likely stand behind the Fatalis man over the stranger who had challenged him. If Recluse showed up to watch, Aryn assumed she would be expected to be found supporting the bloodline of their near-ally.

Taking in a deep breath to steady herself, she loped hurriedly to her place behind Corbie. After their last meeting, to not put her support behind her friend would be disloyal. Her heart hammered hard beneath her scarred chest, her gaze fixed upon the grasses to avoid meeting any spectators gaze. While she did not know a single other wolf who had gathered personally (and they likely did not know her either), she couldn't help but feel like she was committing treason with every breath.

Tyrfing had been wandering Boreas, filling the void of loneliness inside him with back to back hunts and tussles with the local predator populations. The more time that past after Fireside's disbandment, the more his urge to settle down in a new home grew. Originally he had arrived to the east to begin to approach the region's packs, intending to work his way across Boreas to see what each one offered, and then perhaps to Auster if Boreas' pickings were slim.

Abaven was to be the first pack he'd petition, yet it seemed time and stagnation had seen it dissolve the same way Fireside had. Disappointing. He had been moving off to the next nearest pack - Habari - when the call to challenge rang out, and interest drew him back toward the rapids to observe. Out of the wolves who had gathered he recognized only Corbie, though he knew her as a huntress alone and could not speak to her skill as a leader. Just because the woman could lead a few difficult hunts to success did not mean she had what it took to raise a pack from the ground up.

The challenge itself would provide a unique opportunity to watch a new pack form. One, perhaps, that he could weasel his way into early and while it was still in it's formative seasons where his skill might be appreciated. Tyrfing took a place between the two opponents' sides to watch, already wondering what sort of pack each potential leader had in mind should they come away victorious.

He had been idly traveling the lands, avoiding the storms that brewed and fell and seeking shelter where he could. He debated with himself what he wanted to do. Whether he wanted to take up the torch of leadership once more or settle for a different life. Sure the loner life had given him plenty of opportunities to figure things out and further hone his skills and get to know his internal demon better, but there was still something lacking and he wasn't sure what yet. He had heard of Abaven's fall, and honestly, he wasn't sure what to think or how to feel about it. It had been ages since he had seen Corvus...and he briefly wondered how he was doing. That is until he remembered the feeling of when Corvus had shattered his heart and everything had changed for the crimson male. He was already on his way to piss on Abaven's old borders when he heard an unfamiliar call coming from the very lands Abaven once called home. Curious, Ignis slightly altered his course to the Rapids where he was met with a growing group of wolves. He didn't recognize any of them except for..."Corbie?" Well, that was a pleasant surprise! He headed straight toward her to offer his support. Of course, he didn't know who the hell the brown shit stain-colored challenger was, but he didn't particularly care. From the looks of it, he must've been related to the Armada in some form or fashion because there was a bunch of them gathering on his side. He sat down, crimson gaze fixed on the show he was sure was soon to start. "Kick his ass, Corbie!" She had proven to be an invaluable asset as a hunter and was pretty damn smart. So he was interested to see how she fared in a high-stakes fight. "Speech"

The search for Audra had... not been going well. News of Abaven's dissolving had struck like a sucker punch to the young alpha when it finally reached his ears down on the southern continent. It felt like not too long ago, he'd been greeting Theory at his borders, sharing pleasant conversation about their aspirations and hopes for a brighter future, where she'd told him about her grand plans for the school. To hear it had all gone up in smoke... Artorias almost didn't believe it. But more concerning than the crumbling of a pack was his worry for his own wolf. He'd sent Audra up to teach at the academy only a couple of weeks ago. If Abaven was shutting its doors, what had become of his physician? Without a moment to spare, Artorias grabbed only his sword and hurried up from the Austral lands and into the wet and mucky spring of Boreas, hellbent on the lands that had once been Abaven's.

When he arrived at the once-edge of a historic pack's home, he found their scents stale and faded. His stomach twisted into worried knots, pushing into the wild lands in search of the earthen-hued woman. Navigating the rapids through a series of stepping stones proved no challenge for the fleet-footed adventurer, but no matter how nimble or quick he was, the dark-furred wolf was still much too late. There was no trace of her around, or if there had been, it had long-since faded from existence. He did not find Audra. What he did find, however, was a gathering of wolves. Artorias watched from a distance for a moment, head cocked in a curious tilt as sharp eyes focused in on what he was looking at. A pack challenge. Artorias was about to turn and be on his way to continue with his more important search until he saw the familiar spotted coat of one of the contenders.

Kotori.

Artorias raised a curious brow. His brother-in-law was attempting to take Abaven's former lands for his own pack? It appeared ambition ran strong in Fatalis blood. Art moved towards the gathering, fiery eyes shifting from face to face as he drew near. He did not recognize the other challenger, nor did he recognize any of the wolves standing in support of her. He did, however, see several of his in-laws supporting Kotori, along with Manea, and that made his decision to stay in a show of support all the easier to make. Artorias moved to firmly position himself on Kotori's side, offering an encouraging nod to the spotted male. He didn't feel the need to yell or holler like the giant red wolf making a spectacle of himself on the opposite side. If anything, it allowed him to remain under the radar, just in case things decided to get out of hand amongst the gallery. Artorias walked over to sit beside Zee, Gossamer, and Manea, giving the three a polite nod in greeting. "Ladies," he greeted them with a smile. Then all eyes were on Kotori. This was his moment; he was ready.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Eira" | "Argent"

One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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What what what? What was this!? Was there a pack challenge happening!? Ares wouldn't be a grandson of Valentine's if he didn't show up to a potential drama fest, now, would he? He was sure Sparrow would be along shortly, and if not, well, he'd return with news of whatever the outcome was on this one. It was the howl for a claim that had drawn him in first. And of course, as he got closer, the growing group of spectators taking up their positions behind their chosen champion. While he didn't recognize the brown wolf that was being challenged by the monochromatic woman, he did recognize the Armada scents stinking up the place! There were a few other parties too, but none of which Ares recognized. All he knew was that his family didn't get along with the cocky Armada pack, so his position was clear. Smack dab in between since he didn't care for the Armada, nor did he know who the challenger was. Neutrality, he supposed. He wondered if his grandfather would make his grand appearance as he usually did with just about every challenge, but considering Fireside had disbanded, his grandfather was likely off doing whatever it was that Valentine liked to do.

He watched the proceedings with interest, a mischievous glint in his eye. Would anyone else start shit this time around? It wouldn't be a pack challenge without some additional entertainment now, would it? He caught the name of the monochromatic woman as a red wolf called it out. He had yet to catch the brown guys name, but it didn't matter. An enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? Right!? And in this case, this...Corbie, was the potential enemy of the Armadan wolf. Which in turn he supposed, would eventually make her friend. Maybe. He didn't care either way. He was a newly minted Pirate and was just here for the show.

"Speech"

It always seemed like the potential for conflict spread like wildfire though the lands, the drama drawing wolves like vultures. Eligos was no different in this case, because he knew the value of witnessing major events for yourself. The knowledge gained was worth the irritation of sitting through the football-tailgate-esque mess that always formed. People picking sides to cheer on their "team" - he couldn't see how making it into a circus helped either side to concentrate on their fight, if there would even be one. After all, one side or the other could back down before it came to blows, and then wouldn't the hecklers look foolish then?

Aerie newly becoming a band had done nothing to change how Eligos acted as he moved with dignity to seat himself a reasonable distance from anyone else. A leader was a leader, after all, and whether they led a band or a pack didn't change how they did it. He was here now for the same reason he had attended as an alpha - to gain some form of benefit for his followers, even if just knowledge of who stood where.

His eyes swept the crowd, but he had to look again in surprise, seeing Aryn behind the female claimant as though in support. The disposition of everyone else was not at all surprising, but what on earth was Aryn doing?

Abaven borders had once been Habari neighbors. Even if he had had other plans for the day, the ringing howl that had let loose over the rapids couldn't be ignored. Recluse was pregnant and in no shape to be attending pack challenges where she could get injured. Meaning she also couldn't just send Eraithus out to spectate either. So why not him? The young boy had mentioned wanting to show his worth in the pack and attending events that would possibly gain them knowledge about others seemed important.

Picking up his pace to make his way over to the growing crowd, his ruby eyes searched for anyone familiar. Already, but what his mother had described, a few alphas had made their appearance. Other than that, no one of importance... Except for a grey-coated girl by the name of Aryn who seemed to be standing dutifully behind the other monochromatic girl everyone was calling Corbie. Ghoul's brow furrowed as he wondered why she had left Habari borders without permission or escort. Or why she was so firm to stand side with this stranger.

Now definitely wasn't the time to approach her. She could be dealt with after the commotion and drama that would soon ensue. Glancing between both parties now that stood face to face, the pale-figured boy made his way to sit on the side of neutrality. Having never really been formally introduced to Armadan wolves, aside from the recent raid, Ghoul found no reason to pick sides just yet.

G H O U L

One would think it would not make sense for the pirate to be all this way east. But if one were to ask him personally, he would tell them he needed a personal vacation. Adjusting to the life of fatherhood while also having other responsibilities in the pack, Gilgamesh was stressed. It felt as if days had gone by where he hadn't slept even a few minutes. So why not go off on a few-day jaunt to relax and not possibly harm anyone? Well, at least anyone in the pack that is.

His original trajectory had been the steaming pools of the Hot Springs, but by the time he had made his way there, the word was spreading about a pack challenge. Now, this was something he couldn't ignore. How fun would it be to watch all the drama? Picking up his step so he wouldn't miss any of the good stuff, Gil made his way to the crowd. "Should've brought some booze," he mumbled jokingly under his breath as his yellowed goat eyes took in the scene. Not many were recognizable except Ares from the pack.

He didn't necessarily want to support the girl named Corbie, but he also wasn't going to openly support the Armada either. A certain someone who had broken his Pirate King's heart resided there so he definitely couldn't side with them. Standing somewhere in between where he could at least watch everything from a good view, Gil waited for the shenanigans to begin.

"speech"

CODE BY SHELBY

_________________________________________________________________ She had just made it to Armadan territory when news began to spread. One of Armada's very own was going to stake a claim for Abaven's pack lands. Not that it was any of her business, but worry did trickle through her. Was Theory okay? Was this Armadan wolf going to take in Abaven's wolves? Questions ran a million miles a minute in her head as she looked over the cove. Going to watch wouldn't hurt... She would stay on the sidelines to see what happened. What if, by some miracle, Abaven could be restored? Wouldn't that make her life so much easier? Taking Mack along with her (not that he would have let her go alone), the two russeted figures set out for the rapids. It wasn't a long journey and even from a distance, as they skirted around Habari's borders, she could smell the myriad of wolves drawn into the commotion. Voices, loud and quiet, echoed around them as Audra approached. From a distance, it was hard to see who was there given that she was a smaller wolf. Stepping closer, as she peered through a few bodies, she noticed almost all the packs had someone making an appearance. Her heart stopped for a second as her glittering eye landed on the cobalt fur of Artorias. Had he come north after all to ensure her safety? Really, she hadn't had enough time to speak with Sirius about getting word down to Auster yet... Feeling her mouth go dry, Audra thought about what to do. Looking over to Mack, the silent bobcat nodded in the direction of the Aegis. At least if she were tucked away between Artorias and Manea, no harm would surely come of her. Making her way toward Artorias, she sat back so that she wasn't too close, but could still see the action. Their conversation would have to wait. _________________________________________________________________ A  U  D  R  A

Gossamer's attention was drawn from her brother for a moment when the self-absorbed alpha of Elysium waltzed in. She scowled at Manea. "Perhaps, we keep our noses out of others personal conversations, daaarrlllinnggg," she hissed. Challenges were a spectator sport but she saw no reason a sister couldn't ask her brother a simple question and further why it should be anyone's business other than theirs. All she required was confirmation from someone she could trust and that certainly wasn't Manea.

Gossamer was relieved when Zee and Artorias arrived. She returned her brother-in-law's greeting. "Artorias, good to see you." Would Briar show as well? She hoped to see her sister again soon but she also understood that a pack might wish to have one of their leaders remain at home. Her nose wrinkled as she caught the smell of pirates. Oh great… she should've guessed the potential of blood shed would lure them out of their slimy burrows.

I'm Trying to Find A Signal Fire

Pyralis was up to no good. Each new day, each new breath left her restless and weary. She knew how she wished to leave this earth and it sure as hell wasn't by old age. She needed a rival. Someone young. Someone pretty. Someone she had already hurt. The Fatalis girl was an obvious choice. She remembered the sweet taste of the girl's blood and the look of her maimed face in the firelight.

A friend of Alkali's had visited the market to trade and managed to make off with the girls pack. She traded several bottles of ale and a venison tenderloin for it. Now it sat up on her back and she couldn't wait for the girl to finally find her. She'd been leaving plenty of hints.

Pyralis stretched out lazily in the thicket for a nap when a nearby call caught her attention. A challenge? Ahhh well that might help the time pass by. She strode to the source to find two unfamiliar wolves facing off as well as her dear rival. Her dear executioner. Apparently Abraxas was smiling on her today. She ignored the surrounding throng and moved to approach Gossamer from behind.

Pyralis grinned and coughed lightly to get the girls attention. "What do you think, love?" She turned her shoulder to show off the pack. "I think I look rather fetching don't you?" Her ears pinned to her head, lips curling back. "I hope you don't mind, but I need to borrow you for a bit… and its not a request."

Pyralis vs Gossamer for Force Claim
Round 0/?
Age: Older than dirt (Over 1 Year)
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers with blades
Defensive Battle Accessory: Studded leather armor with cowl
Companion 1: Harris Hawk, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Potoo, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Navigator & Master Fighter
Specialty: Saboteur

ooc: fight will be started w/ round 1's in a new thread.

Gossamer barely had a chance to get settled back in when a cough behind her caught her attention and she turned to see that filthy pirate with her knapsack. For a moment she was so angry she couldn't speak. It was bad enough that the old witch steal her pack, but if she got in a fight now she'd miss Kotori's fight! Gossamer was about to whip out another sarcastic comment when the woman's tone shifted, her body language indicating threat.

Gossy's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me, I need to deal with an ugly, old, fish. Cheer on Kotori for me. With any luck I'll reward him with a pirate head to post on a pike for his new pack borders." She strode toward the old pirate, hackles raised. "You don't want this fight you ancient old bitch. I'm stronger than before. Now… Give. Me. Back. My. Pack."

Gossamer vs Pyralis for Freedom (Minor Maim - Scarring of face if allowed?)
Round 0/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Clawed gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet and coif
Companion 1: Fox, Female - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow leopard, Male - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Knight

I can't destroy what isn't there

After finding the abandoned Abaven, he had planned on bringing it to the attention of some of the Alphas in his alliance. His son's call made that path somewhat obsolete. He and Wren hadn’t yet gone far from the Rapids, and he looked to Wren for a moment. A mixture of sadness and pride in his eyes. He couldn’t blame Kotori for taking his opportunity. He knew his son's desire to lead, and the preparations he had taken already to do so.

Making his way to the place his son had called from, Wren at his side, he would find the mass of wolves already gathered. His eyes scanned the crowd, and found Artorias and Manea (among others) already there. They along with Zee had gathered by Gossy, and he made his way towards them. He gave Zee’s paw one gentle pat, keeping himself from any other displays of affection to his Queen and nodded to Artorias and Manea. “Artorias, Manea, this is Wren” he Said, and then “Sorry to keep introductions short - have either of you heard from Theory?” he was keep a close eye out for any signs of her, and his daughter Callie. He couldn’t image if Theory still lived that she would have ignored this challenge.

It was then that Pyralis appeared beside the group and announced her intention to steal his daughter right from under him. He turned to the wolf who had harassed his Armada on more than one occasion. “Drop the pack and back off, I’ll only tell you once.”

Sirius vs Pyralis For Claim Dispute
Round 0/?
Age: Over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Black Vulture, Male - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Spectacled bear, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Thicker fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

"Speech"