Noctisardor Bypass Face the facts

Arbiter probably did need to figure out a better way to describe the pack. "Army" was apparently a particularly loaded word -- but how was she to otherwise explain it? She knew what she knew.

She scraped at the earth -- the smell of wet dirt was nice, but the overall dampness from the melt and rain buried the older scents a bit. She spoke as she did so. My father was a warlord, I was trained to follow in his footsteps. But here, in the Teekons? There isn't particularly much use for a true army. Just the ability to bring together the proper soldiers if danger is near. Many here are quiet, tame. I know fighters, if a person isn't going to be one but they are otherwise loyal, they can at least be good at something else. A different spread of strength, I suppose. A look to the outside world. Work with what's provided, make the best of it. She moved along. Next spot ahead.

A sort of sigh as she thought, I want to build loyalty. Kinship, if not all by blood. Build what a pack should be