//Backdated to right before the raid start

Warden shouldered the heavy bundle with a low grumble. He wasn't complaining, quite the opposite. He didn't want help, he just wanted to make sure that it wasn't going to come undone on the walk to the waiting wagons. What was mom packing, anyway? Rocks? Warden could hear Halo anxiously moving about the den as he walked away. It was better that he was out from under foot, being useful, all of that. At least they got to walk down, right? Even if he did have to hang behind where the healers were.

He lowered his head, balancing the bundle on his back instead of carrying it in front of him. That actually seemed to work a bit better. Warden carried the bundle of supplies up to the central meeting point within the Col, panting by the time he was nearly there. They would be loading up soon, if they weren't already. Getting the pack off his back, though? That was something he hadn't quite thought through. "Hey, can someone help?" Right, that's what mom would have said. Ask for someone to help him set it down. There was no telling exactly what was in the healer's kit, and Warden didn't want to break anything.
     

The Warlord was there in an instant. Nothing like a pup asking for aid to summon Sirius out of nowhere. He chuckled as he trotted closer. Grabbing the bag by the button and gently pulling it off Warden. “I’ve got it, almost there… and got it” He said as he pulled it free. Gently setting it on the wagon with the rest of the healing supplies.

Setting up the healers near the raid was almost a matter of logistics, and something that slowed down the warriors. But it was a necessity. Injuries were inevitable, and it would be good training for the kids. With so many pups come along, the Warlord was already assigning guards.


"Speech"

While not entirely sure where his grandpa had come from, Warden was grateful that he appeared. He eased the pack from the boy's back, helping carry it the rest of the way to the wagon. Warden panted, stretching, finally relieved from the weight as the pack was loaded onto the cart. Holy heck, why was it so heavy? "What did mom pack, rocks?" He peered into the wagon, looking at all the things that had been packed. There were so many things, this couldn't be practical.

"I wish I could go fight with everyone else." The boy grumped, scowling softly. He wanted to be in on the action, he wanted to be fighting the Raiders with his aunts and uncles. Mom had already said that if he came down, he'd need to stay in camp with the healers. That wasn't an answer he'd liked, but someone had to keep his mom safe-- he'd do it. Still, that doesn't mean he's happy about not being big enough or old enough to be on the field. Warden wants to fight.

"Speech"

The Warlord gave a soft chuckle at that. “If she thought it would help, I have no doubt she would pack rocks.” He teased lightly, giving the wagon supplies a soft nudge to check how stable it was, and to see what would need to be tied down. He looked back at the tiny pup as he spoke his wish out loud. “Yeah, I can see why you would.” He agreed, his voice a little thoughtful.

He had already bounced the idea around, but he decided to hint it to the kid, as well. “Perhaps you would be able to fight in a raid sooner than you’d expect, eh?” He said and ruffled the fur around his head playfully. “If you keep up on your fighting lessons, that is”

"Speech"