Bulls In The Bronx [Raid]

Gwenevere was, like any reasonable creature, sound asleep when an urgent call woke her. She shook her head groggily to try to shake the cobwebs from her brain when a second voice added an impetus to the warning and sent her out into the darkness. As a wolf she was well suited to the darkness, and the nearly colorless sight she had was nonetheless clear as day as she loped to the border. A practiced eye took in everything at a glance - wolves from her pack and another throwing them at one another in rage, with obvious intent to maim. For a moment She was reminded forcefully of the siege that had so affected her family as a child, but the memories were easy to set aside, particularly as She had not actually been there to see it. Even if She had though this was not the time for rash judgements. She weighed the option of maiming one or more of the strangers coolly and decided she certainly had no qualms with idea, but also felt it a route she preferred not to take if she could avoid it. It would be enough here to send them off with tails tucked and thoroughly paddled. Instead of a fierce snarl her fiery features bore an open invitation as she stepped forward beside her other packmates to lend her support to those not yet in direct battle. "It would be better for you if you left," she said reasonably to the one stranger who was not yet locked in battle. Steel, though she did not know that name. He looked... familiar, somehow, in a distant sort of way, and she wondered where she could have seen him before. But no... He was too young for her to have ever met him here. "You can see that my packmates are not the easy meat I am sure you were promised. There is no shame in going home without a fight."