It was time, The Warlord stood at the edge of his territory, looking back across the rolling hills of the grassy territory. Spring had well and truly arrived, and the green, waving sea of grass stretched out before him. The Raid meeting had gone well, after back and forth between himself and those he chose to share the responsibility of power with, decisions had been made. A final list of those that would be granted the ranks of attacking force. A resource - a cache that he and Deathbelle had buried in their old territory before making their way East towards new lands. Resources they had never had a chance to go back for, and now belonged to Aerie. He remembered them now only as an objective, something for his wolves to work for. An end goal for his true reasoning - experience. Raising his head, the Warlord looked to those he had assembled beside him, and offered them a toothy smile. “Today, we fight to reclaim a cache of supplies left behind when Ashen moved from Wolfpaw Lake, to the Alabastrine Shrine. We fight for the experience of a raid, and to test the mettle of our neighbours. We do not fight to maim, or take things that they need. We are a hard pack, but we are not unnecessarily cruel. Anyone who initiate a maim today will see the sharp end of my teeth, but I will not rebuke you for answering any escalation they deal upon you. Today, we raid!” he called to his wolves, looking at the assembled faces. His wife, His Reaper, general, Azure, Dunkan, Resin, Natha, Asla, and Indigo. His young battle-hardened children were ready for this day. "Speech"

“Today, we fight to reclaim a cache of supplies left behind when Ashen moved from Wolfpaw Lake, to the Alabastrine Shrine. We fight for the experience of a raid, and to test the mettle of our neighbours. We do not fight to maim, or take things that they need. We are a hard pack, but we are not unnecessarily cruel. Anyone who initiate a maim today will see the sharp end of my teeth, but I will not rebuke you for answering any escalation they deal upon you. Today, we raid!” He stood behind his Alpha, today marked his first duty as a full warrior,after his promotion he promised he was going to carry his title with pride and never do anything that could stain it.And today upon his leader's orders he had no plans to maim anyone,and even if his alpha haven't said it he didnt want to cause major injuries at all. But of course he was ready to pay back any further actions from the attacked. "Yes sir," He responded with an ice-cold expression as a large Jaguar stood beside him with a neutral face.He joined Dunkan not long ago, after both of them joined forces to beat up a cougar. And well here he was joining forces again with a wolf. But yet, Dunkan had a lot to learn from this new alliance, he had never had a companion and he could barely understand the way how Urasa spoke, hopefully, he could master it later on but now all that mattered was the incoming Raid,and he was sure he was going to give all he had. "Speak"

Upon receiving her invitation to join in the raid, Asla had been sticking to her father like glue. The girl was beyond excited. She was a bit sad that Mort was staying home, but understood that someone needed to guard their lands while the rest were away at war. When her father called the meeting for the raid, Aslatiel was right there. Excitement thrummed through her veins as she listened with rapt attention to her father's speech. No maiming... fine. She could do that. Hopefully someone would try to go overboard with her though? Then she'd have some sort of excuse to let loose. This raid was more training than anything, but she was so, so ready for it. "Speech"

Again they were being called into a raid. The giant woman understood the pull of raiding. Not only would it provide experience for those in need, but it helped those that already possessed that experience to keep their skills honed. Successful raids showed the world that the Armada was a force to be reckoned with. Though she was getting older, she still felt that familiar pulse of heat that came with the anticipation of battle.

Dark ears perked as she listened to the words that Sirius shared. The woman's golden eye roamed over those that were present. A decent bunch to take on the raid. Aslatiel sat beside her and she could feel the excitement in the child. She would keep an eye on her, no pun intended. After the raid, Resin could make corrections to the girl's form. They would turn her into a warrior yet.
"World-breaker..."

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The day had finally come and their wolves were ready. The first few were quick to gather and Zee was not far behind, having had some difficulties adorning her armor. The king cheetah pelt she wore was one Sirius gifted to her early in their relationship, it meant the world to her and more then once she'd thought of retiring it simply so it would not earn any more gouges. Upon her curled horns a thorn wrapping was weaved, only a few areas remaining bare so her viper could climb up them from her head and look out without being poked. Her toucan companion flew above, it's first battle since she'd aquired it.

This would be a day of firsts for many. Her children would be seeing true battle for the first time and many of the wolves called to gather would be participating in their first matches since promotions. She held her head high and moved to Sirius' side, looking out over the plains towards the west and prepared to march with them.

Azure was worried that perhaps he might not be able to attend, after all his father had told him his participated hinged on the training of his new recruit. In the end he was gifted a position in the raiding party and the young boy could not be more excited to see a real battle. His young leopard was less excited and Azure nearly had to drag her out of the den with the help of Diablo. Thankfully the bat shared Az's mindset, the prince only wished he'd have thought to adorn the creature's wings with some armor to better protect him. Upon Azure's back he wore his paw-crafted condor armor - taxidermied perfectly so the wings themselves were the main protection. While it was quite obvious it was not a real mutation, Azure liked to believe that from a distance his silhouette might match Mortis' when his wings were at rest. Upon his fore-paws were bracers decorated with the same condor feathers as his main piece, though hidden inside one was a blade just like his father wore. He beamed a genuine smile at each of the gathered warriors before he could think otherwise - the pup was much too excited to maintain his normal angsty demeanor. "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

Natha moved swiftly toward the call, working her way from the training grounds to the plains. She paused long enough to get her armor and weaponry for the call was a call to arms and she imagined they would be going to raid. She called to Kaler and Myskia and together the trio arrived at the meeting place. Natha quietly took her place, bobbed tail wiggling with excitement. Her long ears twitched at the mention of a cache of goods. Oh? Maybe some nice pelts? Dried meat? Living so long alone, her mind was always keeping stock of items.

"Ready when you are." She stood and stretched, eager to start the journey.

This day hadn't arrived soon enough. The tawny wolf was antsier than ever, a nervous current running beneath her skin as she floated over the grasslands towards the meeting spot. Her companion trailed behind her -- fully grown, now, and feeding off the energy she seemed to possess in spades. If her season had made her restless, she was ever more so, now, twitching with movement even as she rolled to a stop among the rest of her packmates. Mal cast a glance over the gathering, recalling the last time they'd gathered like this. When she'd lost.

A sliver of fang peeked from beneath her curling lips, nostrils flaring at the memory. The stakes were higher now, and she wouldn't lose again.

Her ears pitched forward at Sirius' call, taking in the words, grasping the strength in them. She rolled her shoulders back, feeling the press of her leather armor. Training had broken it in, molded it to her form, but today it'd be put to the test. Her claws were sharpened to a shine. And when Pachou nudged at her elbow with an impatient murmur, she grinned down at him, allowing for a thread of giddy excitement. Let's go!

Tamsyn stood alongside her Warlord's chosen warriors, nervous and excited all at once. Now that she had experienced one raid she more understood what she was walking in to so she wasn't nearly as anxious as she had once been. She had more experience now, though she knew she had plenty of room left to grow. There was a new pressure on her shoulders since this would be their first major move with her carrying the weight of her title so she felt an extra motivation to do well in these upcoming fights. She looked around at the wolves that had gathered here, ready and waiting to be led to battle. She was proud to see Dunkan among them - he had fought well in their fight together for his warrior rank so she was confident in having him here with them. Of course she was thrilled to have Resin with them as always and she was glad to see how eager Malalia was to get going. She fed off of their energy and was able to roll her shoulders back with a bit of added confidence. Her bracers were snug on her forelegs - the armor now molded perfectly to her and completely comfortable from the hours of training she had put in since receiving them. Their last raid had gone well for her, but that didn't mean that this was going to be a sure fire win... But she was determined to do her best.

Indigo had yet to fit himself with weapons or armor, but his badger Short Round was at his side and just as ready for their first taste of battle as he was. Indy tried not to think too heavily on his place in his father’s kingdom. He wasn’t equal to his brothers, but it was not for lack of trying. The boy would show his worth today. His vibrant purple coat flashing as he arrived, taking up his place beside his sister. He stood tall, the thick fur around his neck unblemished with armor. That would come with time, maybe after the raid he’d finally beg his father for such commodities. For now, he’d fight. He wouldn’t attack blindly like he had when he fought against his brother. This was about testing himself and proving he was just as good as his siblings.