Winter had wrapped the Armada deep in its clutches, and a layer of snow lay across the open field of the Col. The new fall was soft beneath his paws, and his tracks were the first as the Warlord made his slow approach to the Obelisk and the firepit beyond. The fire struggled in the cold, flickering and shallow. He added fire and breathed gently into it until it flared once more. The melt around the pit increased, and he took a seat near it. There was no need to elevate himself when he was already the tallest in the pack.

The monstrosity of a wolf waited for Hazel to join him by the firepit, before he raised his head. Calling out for the pack, for its warriors. For those whose strength he knew would fuel this fight to come.


"Basilisk"

Winter had settled over them, the drop in weather bringing a drop to her mood that she can't control. Hazel has been contemplated, reclusive, giving herself over entirely to the work that would keep the pack running behind the scenes. Market repairs and improvements. Patrols. Patrols well on her own, far away from the others, for fear what her attitude may bring. Distant, but ah, she watches.

Raid day. There's always an excitement about it, hanging clammy and sweaty on her skin and tongue. Tipping her head to join in the call, unable and unwilling to stop herself. Distilled strength, and a hope that maybe this is the distraction she needs.

"Speech"

Especially after his last conversation with Basilisk, Bronze wasn't about to miss a raid, not if he could help it. He hadn't grown up even knowing the Armada, let alone being loyal to them, but the loyalty had grown slowly over time - and now that he felt as though he was truly part of the pack he fully intended on proving himself to everyone, not just the Warlord. He was plenty capable, all he had to do was prove it to the rest of the pack. Making his way across the snowy landscape to the Col, he was surprised to find he was one of the first to arrive. Giving a nod to both Basilisk and Hazel, he settled in not far off from the fire, reclining to his haunches and waiting for the meeting to begin.

The time had come for another raid and Andromeda is more than ready. She had spent the day oiling her leather chest piece until the black material shone and the sapphire embedded in the constellation sparkled brightly. The thorn wrappings where treated with similar care and attention before her companions helped to wrap them around her kudu horns.

For a moment, she remembers her mother and the lesson that she had given about how to make them and the lavender woman’s heart flutters with a longing to show her mother all that she has done.

Taking a deep breath, Andy grounds herself, readying for the battle ahead as her chest piece is fitted into place. Looking to her two snow leopard companions, she inclines her head toward the doorway and the trio make their way out into the Col. Fresh powder cackles under her lavender paws as she makes her way to the obelisk while Aquila circles lazily above them.

Arriving to the meeting area, she bows her head in respect to both Basilisk and Hazel before finding a seat in the clearing. Dipping her head in silent greeting to Bronze, the young woman settles herself lightly on the ground, ready to go and knock on someone’s door. An eager smile tugs at her lips as she waits to hear who their target will be.


"Andromeda Fatalis"

having survived their first raid, Spider approaches this one feeling markedly more confident than last time. they pick their way over the frostbitten ground, glancing fondly at their gathering pack mates; it’s heartening to see them here, ready to fight on the Armada’s behalf. heartening to know Sirius’ departure hasn’t broken them. pelt prickling in anticipation, they settle near the front of the meeting, leaning forward in their eagerness as their tail thumps an eager rhythm. their new defensive armour sits snugly on their frame, and with their second companion wrapped around their foreleg, they feel cautiously ready to take on the Armada’s opponent.
"Speech"

Oleander never got the chance at a raid before, and he had been working hard to stock up supplies, befriend his two companions, test his mettle against a few large foes, and work out his armor. 

He didn't want to let anyone down, so when the call split the sky by the Warlord and his wife, Oleander was eager to join the throng. He grabbed his supplies, polar bear skull helm and cape, and whistled for his new small friends to come along. Eterna, his white raven clacked her pale beak at him and followed him in the sky as he made his way to the obelisk, alongside Jace, his snow white raccoon ambling beside him.

Oleander was eager to use snow as some of his cover when he came upon an opponent, maybe even be the ghost of Armada! He sat down in front, next to Spider, who seemed just as eager as him. He nodded to the Heir with an eager smile and nodded his head at their ravens hanging out together.

"Speech"

Gossamer felt disconnected from herself since her awakening. When she had fallen into slumber it was the beginning of autumn and now she woke to snow covering the ground. Ásta explained that she'd been out for over a month and despite the fox's best attempts her body had started to waste away. She could see it now, staring at herself in the stillness of a mountain lake just beginning to freeze over. Her ribs stuck out and she was easily tired.

Gossamer did her best to take each day as it came, working on getting herself back into working shape and thinking of little else. She had few visitors and kept to her own devices. She knew Basilisk was leader now but had no idea of anything else that occurred since the sickness took her.

Her ears twitched as she heard Bas calling for the warriors, not knowing if she should answer. She was gaining strength true, but she was still in pitiful shape. Deciding it wouldn't hurt to at least show up and get an idea of what was going on in the pack Gossamer made her way to the meeting. It was a call for a raid and if needed she would join otherwise she would sit out. She said nothing as she joined the group, sitting down gently on the outskirts to observe.

A raid, fine. Levi was willing enough to partake, no complaints from him as he made his way to the Col. It wasn't as if he was unwilling to pull his weight, he liked fighting more than most folks around here, probably, it was just the raid meetings itself he didnt like. The tedium. Still, his brother told him to jump and for the most part Levi asked how high, even if begrudgingly.

Arriving late, he lingered on the outskirts, most of his family knew who he was and what he was like at this point. He was too set in his ways to change, but at least he wasn't as much of a dickhead as Azure, right?

Wylan had fitted his new dagger to his braces, and trotted to the raid meeting with Glacier his polar bear and Buttons his Sheep in tow. He was well ready for battle, and excited for what was to come. Finally, at last! His first Raid as a contestant. His tail swishing with force behind him, he came to a stop beside Ollie and shot his brother and flatmate a quick, sharp grin.

His eyes finally moved to Basilisk and Hazel who sat at the head of the pack. He was ready to hear who they would be raiding, and where they would be going! He was ready for this!


"Speech"

As his 'companion' Krakarak may enter any of Wylan's threads without warning

Mortis had been in many raids, from an usually young age to now. He knew he wouldn’t miss this one, especially with two of his children attending it for the first time. There would be no Halo on the sidelines now to see to their scrapes. He just had to hope that whatever the Warlord had in mind wouldn’t hurt any of his two attending boys. He trotted to the meeting with his companions around him and his weapons equipped. He was as ready as he could be, though he knew his attention and worry was for Wylan and Oleander instead of himself. He came to a stop near the two boys and soundlessly touched each with a wing "Speech"

Basilisk was pleased with how quickly his wolves assembled before him. They looked battle ready and prepared, and he allowed himself a proud smile as his eyes roamed across them. “Thank you all for coming. I’m proud to lead such a fine band of warriors” he said, showing his teeth in a satisfied grin.

“Today, we raid the Syndicate. This is a pre planned raid with their diplomat. We don’t know what this new pack intends with their new rise to power. But today, we will teach them how fierce the Armada warriors are. Once we are victorious, we will hold a hunt on their lands.” He told them, getting slowly to his paws.

"Basilisk"