Basilisk returned from Avalon with a plan. He made his way to the Col, stopping by the firepit to add a few more bits of wood to the flame. Once he’d built up a decent fire, he stepped back and took his place beside the Obelisk. This was where Sirius had always called his pack meetings, and Basilisk was continuing the tradition.

This time, there would be no Hazel entering the raid beside him. She had always helped to lead beside him, to watch over their wolves. The change felt… almost shocking. He didn’t let it sit, instead he raised his head and called for his wolves. The Armada was raiding again. This time, they were going for Avalon, and it would be a practice raid among friends. They needed to learn to fight with the changes.


"Basilisk"

Mortis likely would not have entered the raid at all, if it wasn’t for the fact that most of his children were taking part of it. Someone needed to keep an eye on them, and ensure they were okay. He didn’t entirely trust Basilisk to do so. So when the Warlord called the raid meeting, he ensured he had what he needed and trotted along to the Obelisk, and took a seat in front of the much larger wolf. He was the first to arrive, so he let his wings hang loosely by his side, and watched and waited. Keep an eye out for his children, knowing it wouldn’t be long before they arrived. "Speech"

Wylan was more than ready for the raid. He knew he had done amazing in his last one, and he was prepared to give this one his best as well. He trotted into the Col, two of his companions around him. Krak was going to help out with the healers, and he had tried to convince his little sheep to join the bird. But, to no avail. The silly creature was right there beside his polar bear as the small group joined the Raid meeting.

He nodded his head to Basilisk, and grinned at his dad. It was great to see Mortis out and about! He trotted over to his dads side, and leaned into one of the older wolf's wings, waiting to see who else would arrive.


"Speech"

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

With the arrival of Andy’s third birthday, the lavender woman begins to feel the march of time and her thoughts have turned to what Basilisk and she had discussed. It is true, she wishes to, one day, have pups with Aresenn but her duty to her family is too great for her to just abandon the Armada. A sigh rolls past her lips as she finishes oiling her black leather armor, the subtle creak that would normally accompany it, has now been carefully buffed out. A familiar call arises from the Col, summoning the pack for a raid and the lavender woman is quick to don her gear. Only when she had attached her kudu horn wraps and tightened the straps on her chest piece does she make her out into day, quickly crossing the distance to where the Obelisk and the Warlord wait while her companions fall in line. Pale blue eyes sweep over Mortis and Wylan as she arrives, offering them both big smiles and warm hellos as she joins them. Seating herself with the small group, she turns her gaze up to Basilisk and offers the man an excited grin. Together, they wait to hear who their target is. "Andromeda Fatalis"

their second birthday has come and gone, and a newly-adult Spider pads into the meeting with tired eyes and a sullen mask. they never imagined it’d be like this, that reaching maturity would feel so bleak and lonely. despite their friends in the Armada, they feel like a bubble of solitude has formed around them, visible only to themselves. ordinarily, Spider would sit at the front of the crowd, eyes trained dutifully on Bas. but today, they want only to avoid attention, so they settle at the very back of the group, averting notice with slumped shoulders and lowered eyes. the prospect of a raid doesn’t invigorate them like usual - though they’re not opposed to it, either. rather, they feel…nothing. they’re empty in the middle, scooped out and hollow. they try to summon it, just a glimmer of enthusiasm on behalf of their pack…but it’s fruitless.

"Speech"

Oleander was carefully instructing Vesper in the way of keeping the clinic organized when the call came and reverberated through the warrens. He gave her a wild grin, he thoroughly enjoyed testing his prowess in the raids and this time he wouldn't lose any of his matches. Not if he could help it!

He told her to keep her nose clean and make no trouble as he threw on his mighty polar bear skull and cape and fitted his claws. This time he added a stinging poison to them for extra effect. Not enough to cause damage or lasting infection, just enough to make his scratches extra annoying.

He left the clinic with his head high and trotted nimbly to the assembly, gave a nod to Spider as he passed him.... Hmm... as he went to sit by his father and brother he looked back and narrowed his viridian eyes at the dark male. It was his job to keep an eye on the health of the pack and it seemed Spider probably needed a good win in this raid to lift his spirits. He made a mental note to check in on him after the raid. The slump in his posture was all too familiar to Ollie's father's winter pose. He brought his attention back to his immediate family and rubbed shoulders with both his father and Wylan before sitting expectantly before The Warlord.

"Speech"

Another raid? Levi was content enough to fight again, he wouldn't even say the last one had been a challenge. For all her confidence and attempts to use his height to her advantage, she had failed, quite spectacularly too. Cutting through the woods, he found himself in the Col again, rolling his shoulders as he slowed to a walk. Familiar faces were already gathering, they were his family and that is why he tolerated them so.

Moving to sit some space away from the main gathering, he wasn't so far that he would have to strain to list. He often seemed like a cat in wolf's skin, aloof and distant, if he wanted attention he would seek it out. No touchy.

She hadn't been prepared enough to partake in the last raid like some of her other siblings had, but this time around she was more than prepared! Well, just in the nick of time, at least. She had just finished fitting the scabbard for her new dagger to a bracer and fitting the last of the steel pieces to the edges of her leather armor that morning and not a moment too soon since Basilisk called them down to meet and plan. She shifted her armor into place and Sapphire came to land on her shoulder, the magpie seemingly just as ready to go and curious about where they were going in equal measure. She gave the bird a grin and gave a whistle for Rosemary, the jackalope wiggling out from under fur on the bed and hopping over to join her. Yep, she was ready! She hurried down to join the others and, of course, immediately went over to where her father, Ollie, and Wylan had clumped together. She wiggled her way under her father's wing to lean into his side, peering up at him with a grin before she turned her attention up to Basilisk to eagerly await the details of today's raid.

"Wynter Fatalis"