**Set During the raid, just didn't see any point in posting before anyone got injured lol**
The small male hurried behind his mother as the pair headed towards a location close to the planned raid. Avalon led the way since she knew the lands of Boreas better than they did, and he was quite glad she was here with them. It meant he could keep an eye on her, considering her instability as of late. He didn't know what was going on with her, she didn't really like to talk much about it and he didn't want to pry the information from Dragon, either. If his mother didn't want to talk about it, that was fine. It wasn't his place to make her tell him. The scent of herbs filled his nose as he dropped those thoughts, the raiding party splitting off to go off on their own plan, while the healers ventured the other direction to set up a camp of sorts to tend to those who came out injured. He carried a small bundle of herbs, a different array of things for injuries both minor and severe. Or at least...whatever he had managed to store before the drought had killed almost everything off. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to tend to severe injuries, but he also didn't know exactly what he would be dealing with. This would be his first time actually tending to wounds possibly more severe than simple scratches, but he knew enough that he was more or less confident he could help.
Once the pair arrived at the moore, he would put his bundle down and wait for the others. Faine was supposed to be with them, so he hoped that she could help him out if he needed it. Avalon as far as he knew, would be keeping guard...or at least, that's what she told him. She seemed a little off, as if she were apprehensive or...well, he wasn't quite sure what to name it. On edge, maybe? Restless? There were so many things she was displaying, or trying not to display, that it was making it hard for him to figure her out at the moment. She was pacing, and the boy watched her go back and forth repeatedly while her companion watched from a nearby tree. He was worried, but felt like asking her anything right now might not be the best move...
It wasn't long before he began to hear the telltale sounds of a battle beginning, and knew that the attack was underway. His heart began to pound, and he gazed off towards the sounds. From the corner of his eye, he noticed his mother had also stopped her pacing and was staring in that direction as well. He hoped his pack mates came out safe...or at least, as safe as one could come out in a thing like this.
"Speak"
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