Cry Havoc

The decision had been made. The war party had been assembled. They had made their move. Resin had been told that this land that they were infiltrating had formerly belonged to the Ashen pack. That meant nothing to the woman, but, if she was anything, she was supportive of her pack mates. If they wished to retrieve something from this place, then she would aid them in their task. There was reputation to be had. Skills to acquire and hone. It would be good for the newest members of the pack.

Crocodile armor settled comfortably across the woman's shoulders and spine like a second skin. The clawed bracers strapped to thick forelegs were sharpened to a razors edge. The air was thick with the excitement and anticipation of action. Even the pair of jackals that always followed here were ready and waiting. Their reddish eyes gleamed devilishly as they followed the congregation of wolves.

Sirius called out to the alpha of Aerie. They were here and it was time. Resin didn't know what to expect, but from a pack that called themselves mercenaries, she hoped this was at least worth the effort. If anything, the grand-kids would get a kick out of it.

"World-breaker..."

Coding|Alice. Art|Resin.