Rallying the Troops

He was lying by his den, chewing at a bone from a kill he had made earlier that day. But honestly, he hadn't even eaten it. He pretty much tore off a leg and peeled it apart for the femur, and left the rest there for whoever wanted it. Ever since the talk with his father about the raid, he had been too excited about it. Sure the reason behind it was pretty dark, but Ares was eager to prove himself and get revenge on those that wronged his blood. The anticipation had been building up in him with each day, the boy never really knowing when that day would come.

But today would be that day.

When his grandfather's call pierced the air, Ares' head shot up as he listened. The message behind the call was vague, and since he had never really been called before except by his dad, he wasn't entirely sure if it was the call to arms. But when Chaos' howl cried out shortly after, Ares' fur stood up as chills sent shivers down his spine. Now that definitely made it clear that this was the call to arms. He jumped to his feet, the splintered bone gripped in his teeth as he raced off towards the orchard. He didn't know who else was joining, so he was quite surprised when he saw a bunch of wolves he didn't know, and seemingly from a different pack. Or lack thereof (Lookin' at you Ash). With the bone still clenched in his teeth, he puffed out his chest and moved towards his father's side. "We finally doin' this?" He spoke past the bone, a grin that mirrored his father's splitting his maw.