Avacyn took a breath before she began to work her way down the mountain paths and through the evergreen forests toward the pack's usual meeting place near the lake, bringing Saracyn along with her. Their parents had been working on setting up a practice raid with one of their allied packs and had tasked them with actually leading the thing–her mother's idea, really, as a small taste of what leadership actually felt like for her. She already did a lot of the behind the scenes work with her mother around the pack and was included in most of the big decisions, but this would be her first time running the show on her own aside from the last Elysium Festival. At the very least it was definitely her first adventure into leading in a combat situation. She glanced over at Saracyn at the thought, giving him a small smile. She understood why her mother had delegated those tasks to her father and would certainly keep that in mind once she took the pack.

It had been quite a while since the pack had a reason to use their meeting place, but that was going to change today. She came to the clearing beside the island's lake and stepped up onto a flat piece of shale that created a slightly raised platform on one side of the clearing. She gave herself a quick shake and then settled down onto her haunches, readying herself before she lifted her head and called for the pack's fighters. There was a lot of fighters in Elysium, but since this was a raid for practice and experience she had specifically wanted their warriors that needed more practical experience. She had spoken to them all individually already so they would be expecting the call, but this would be their chance to meet and discuss before they actually took off to fight. Letting the howl fade into an echo, the Heiress settled in to wait for the others to arrive.

"Avacyn Medacium"

Avacyn was correct, he had anticipated her call, but there was a part of him that was always ready to heed her summons. As her betrothed that was just part of his duty, but he always welcomed her presence. Of course, with the angelic form of Avacyn there was the devilish one of Saracyn. Albion, ever amicable, hid any kind of emotion that might rise. The prince gave Avacyn a sly smirk, and pointedly ignored Saracyn’s presence.

He hadn’t quite yet proven himself a master in fighting, but hopefully this raid would dispel any more doubt. Albion’s regal form made his way to sit close to where Avacyn had made her perch, certain of his own importance here and his future within the pack. He leaned back onto ivory hips, held his head high, and awaited the rest of their group and who the intended target might be.

"Albion Klein"

It was perhaps not surprising that Desponia mostly found herself bored with the whole ordeal, she was playing nice, or well her version of nice at least. But the woman wasn't really one for keeping her displeasure to herself. She'd nodded and mhm'd her way through her encounter with her niece, doing her very best to keep the smug satisfaction of knowing she'd put the girl on her ass one time before from showing on her face, but well... Desponia was nothing if not a little petty and it was the only real thing she considered important about the girl. So it wasn't a total surprise she was being called for, but it did take a second to recall what had actually been said. A training raid felt... beneath her. The woman wanted something she could really sink her teeth into, she was not a particularly violent wolf no but for some reason she had a lot of pent-up aggression and she could really use an outlet. Still better than nothing she supposed. The woman gave her niece and nephew a quick glance as she approached but she refused to scrape and bow to anyone, the acknowledgment she knew who they were and was here to listen was the best they were going to get. She settled herself away from the pale youth who had also already arrived, he seemed almost too eager around her niece and it skeeved her out. ""

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Rhys was more then pleased to have been considered for the raid. Practice or not he'd only just joined the pack a short time ago and figured they'd bring along some of the more seasoned member. Yet, he was approached by the Heiress not too long ago and his place within the party of warriors. Since his encounter with the purple Princess he'd been anticipating the very call that rang through the territory and thus the slippery serpent of a Wolf moved his way through the mountainous terrain to the meeting spot. Upon arrival Rhysand allowed those pale green eyes to sweep over the various Wolves that had already gathered. Royal siblings stood at the helm, obviously in charge, and likely awaiting the arrival of their soldiers. Two others sat before them with a considerable amount of distance between them. One a Wolf even paler then himself and the other a femme with a similar coloration of the heiress and their matriarch. With little to no hesitation Rhysand sauntered into the clearing and sat to the right of the purple lass, giving a good few tail lengths of distance between them. Green eyes swept to Avacyn and Saracyn as her offered a respectable nod of his head.

Fia had expected her sister's call for the upcoming raid, something exciting she supposed. She had never experienced something quite like this unlike a majority of the others here in her pack. This seemed a lot more fun than the boring dummy training and things like that. She'd actually get to fight with someone and even with no ill intention that was fun enough for her.

Fia joined the others that were here, neither making herself the spotlight or hiding in the shadows. Just casually finding a place among who had gathered. Silently, expected. She'd wait for her sister to start the discussion. She wasn't really interested in the others here besides her brother and sister. Maybe a little more kind hearted towards Albion. Kind hearted would have been reaching too high. But otherwise she wouldn't give the light of day to anyone else. Maybe she came off a little entitled, she wouldn't have a problem with anyone disliking her at least.

"Fiametta"

Chade was in good spirits as he made his way to the meeting area.  The idea of a raid sounded like good fun.  Spars against your pack mates were all well and good, fighting polar bears was always a good time but still a raid would be a nice change of pace.  A chance to fight other wolves that you hadn’t fought before and see which pack had the stronger fighters.
 
Making his way to the meeting area he took a seat that was as near as would be respectful.  A keen listener and excited for this meeting but he was no speaker of it nor the leader of the event in anyway.  Still, the blue wolf grinned as he imagined pinning one or two wolves on the rival side.  Who would they be up against anyway?   Sweeping his gaze about Chade looked to see who else was joining in the fun and wondering how long the trip would be to whatever pack they chose.

"Chade"

Walking with Avacyn to the lakeside meeting spot, all the Mendacium prince could think about was how good it was going to feel getting to put his violent skills to good use. More than ever, Saracyn had been resisting the urge to maim a certain albino cretin, although his patience with Avacyn’s intended was wearing thin. He held himself in line, of course, but finally getting an outlet for his pent up ire was going to be a much needed release. This raid was well overdue, and following Elysium’s embarrassing defeat in their last and only raid, Sara was itching to prove himself as a keen and ruthless military tactician. At his twin’s side, the crimson brute would follow her to the lake, joining her atop the sheet of shale the way their father would join their mother, though keeping slightly behind so she could have the spotlight. This was Avacyn’s show after all, and he was her protector and support.

Saracyn returned Ava’s smile when she glanced to him and then summoned their wolves. She was fully in her element and he loved to see her thriving like this. That smile on his face was swiftly wiped away when the first wolf to show up turned out to be Albion. Sara said nothing to the man, silently leering at him and baring his fangs in a quick, surreptitious warning snarl. If he tried to step up onto the platform, Sara would be all too happy to smack him back down and remind him that he was still not yet a part of the royal family. One by one the rest of their fighters began to turn up, Saracyn regarding each with a calculating glance as he appraised them. The only ones spared from his cold indifference were Fiametta and Chade. He gave a tip of his head to their younger sister, more acknowledgment than he gave anyone else, and a pointed glare to the blue bastard. He hadn’t forgotten nor forgiven their last exchange.

It did leave Saracyn with a bit of a conundrum now. If given the chance to employ some well placed friendly fire, who did he want to hit more, Albion or Chade? After all, raids got hectic. It would be all too easy to mistime a swipe or misjudge a bite…

"Saracyn Mendacium"

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For the most part, Kavik had simply been existing within the pack. It wasn’t much to his tastes, since he much preferred being a more integral piece of the pack, but given that Manea seemed to have her paws full with whatever cataclysm her husband had brought about their family this time, he settled for living in dull monotony for the time being. When the call for a meeting went out from the alphess’ daughter, Kavik ceased his patrolling near the bridge and made his way toward the lake on the island. He had heard rumors of a raid being set up and already he was itching to get in on some action. Anything to show his promise and prowess to Manea to make her swoon. Arriving after many of the others had, Kavik greeted any who noticed him with a simple nod before taking a seat towards the back of the group, attention set on Avacyn to listen to what the violet fae had to say.

"Kävik av Fjellen"

The call foe the raid meeting went out, and Ifrit left his patrol route to attend. The howl was already fading in the distance as he made his way, though he had been on the far side of the island when it rang out. Avacyn had spoken with him beforehand about it, and Ifrit was all too eager to attend. It had been a while, and no doubt he was rusty. Raiding with rogue bands was likely far different than raiding with a more coordinated pack. He was likely to get a taste of what a real raid consisted of, even if it was just for practice this time around. Still, it would let him see how a pack raided compared to what he'd done in the past.

Arriving at last to the meeting, the horned male slipped in behind the others and took a seat, quietly nodding towards Avacyn & Saracyn as he waited to hear the details.

Deimos certainly wasn't as prompt to his niece's call as he had wished to be, but with the shift in priorities in his life he had to see to a few things first before he made his way down to the island's meeting spot. He kept his feelings quiet and to himself and honestly was looking forward to a distraction of sorts in the form of a raid–even if it was one mostly for show. It had been a long time since his last proper fight besides the one quick spar he had with Nirvana so there was a part of him that wondered how rusty he would be, but no doubt it was one of those things that one never really forgot. By the time be made it down the winding mountain paths from the den he shared with his mate it appeared the rest of their raiding party had already arrived. He gave a couple of nods to various wolves in the group as he approached before settling on his haunches beside Fiametta, giving his younger niece a bit of a smile and then turning his gaze up toward Avacyn and Saracyn to listen to the details of their endeavor.

"Deimos Medacium"

Avacyn settled in with Saracyn to wait for the others to arrive and soon enough they did just that. A little grin crossed her lips as Albion approached them first, meeting his smirk with one of her own as her husband to be sat across from them. Of course she noticed the pointed way Albion avoided looking at Saracyn and the slight snarl that crossed her brother's lips–to which she gave his shoulder a quick nudge as she glanced his way. Others filed in quickly after, including the pack's newest member who Avacyn hadn't truly gotten to know yet as well as Desponia and Fia. As everyone joined into the meeting she gave them a nod of greeting, but held off on saying anything until the whole party had gathered. With the additions of Chade, Kavik, Uncle Deimos, and Ifrit their group was complete and she gave everyone a smile as she began their meeting.

"Thank you for coming, everyone. As you know, a raid has been arranged for us to have some on the ground practice with large scale combat. While I doubt that we will be launching any wide spread attacks any time soon, it's still good to be prepared for any occasion. The target for our raid this time will be Valta–an ally of Ashen that resides in the near by rapids and Sunset Falls. They will be expecting us so trying to capitalize on the element of surprise is a moot point, but otherwise we can focus on other strategies and use this as valuable practice to hone our individual skills as well." There was a slight pause to let them absorb what had been said already before she added, "While you all are our main fighting force for this raid, we will also be including the rest of the pack as support and preparation. Again, this might be for practice, but we are going to utilize this as if it were real for the experience. I've already begun breaking up our members into groups that will assist with setting up a camp in the Redbud Nook, another group that will be available for triage after the fights at the camp should anyone need them, and finally a group that will stay here to protect our borders while the bulk of the pack is away. We will be heading out to the Redbud Nook first thing in the morning to meet up with our group of scouts so make sure you have all of your preparations done by then."

She let her dark gaze scan the crowd for a moment, silently making sure she hadn't missed anything. She smiled a bit, adding, "We've arranged with Valta's alpha that the looser of this raid must provide and host a feast for the other pack. So unless you all want to be hunting like crazy to replenish our stores after a feast I suggest we win. Any questions?"

"Avacyn Medacium"

Rhysand watched as the rest of the raid party showed up. Wolves painted in all sorts of vibrant colorations filtered in. Reds, purples, blues. He couldn't help but to observe the unique pelts and their assorted mutations. The inhabitants of these new lands and his pack seemed to be littered with interesting attributes that ceased to amaze him. Rhys was still a bit wary of the lot but was warming to them. Avacyn began her speech and Rhysand now gave her his full attention. Green eyes remained on the Heiress as she went on about the details of the raid. It was a practice raid against Valta, but it was to be taken seriously. He was relieved to know this was not the real deal, but Rhys would still put his best paw forward to ensure they came out victorious. As she finished speaking she asked if anyone had question, Rhysand merely looked around to the others to see if anyone would pipe up. He had nothing to add and was ready to get the show on the road.

He was making a point not to look at Saracyn, but the way that Ava glanced over to him when Albion arrived he knew the man was making him immaturity known again. The young Klein prince ignored him as he leaned back to his haunches and took up his normal regal pose. The rest of the raiding party trickled in as Avacyn began.

The decision was made to train themselves against their ally Valta. Albion cocked his head curiously as mismatched ears perked with interest as she more fully explained. This was a whole pack experience and Albi felt a bit of pride rise in his chest at Avacyn’s efforts and abilities coming to fruition like this. A true queen.

She explained the penalties should they lose, and Albion had no intention of allowing that to happen. Surely Valta couldn’t boast the same skill as Elysium. The prince shook his head, there was no question, only preparedness.

"Albion Klein"

Aside from the original eye contact Fia gave her sister when she started this quick meeting, Fia's gaze moved down to the ground as she listened to all Avacyn said. She may have seemed a little out of tune of reality, but that wasn't the case at all. Fia could be quite the social creature when given the chance but when it came to big groups like this she was more detached. She just silently took all the instruction that her sister gave.

When all was said and done everyone else seemed to have the same idea, or so she thought. This would be the first experience for Fia so she may have had some internal questions. But with everyone else staying quiet, she wouldn't speak up. She figured it would all come together in steps or something of the sort. She'd find out soon. She didn't even shake her head. Just waited until everyone was dismissed.

"Fiametta"