jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse [raid meeting]

Tyrian settled down sphynx-like on a fallen log that lay in a hollow between two knolls. The ground around him was riddled with bison hoof prints, but he knew for a fact that the herd would cause no problems for the gathering wolves. His howl alone would likely be enough to drive them away. Tyrian called for all the able-bodied wolves to gather. He promised a raid. Any who wished to participate needed to attend and get there quickly as he had a feeling the raider spots would fill up quickly.

Knowing there were wolves in several non-raider ranks who would be itching to go, Tyrian had come up with a system to give them all a chance. Naturally the raidsmen, raiders and masters would get first dibs, but seeing as there were fewer than ten total in the pack, even if every raider, raidsman and master went there would be spots left over. After the raiders and masters had a chance to declare their interest, Tyrian would open the floor to the guardsman and soldiers. If, after those members had joined, there were spots left over, he would give the other ranks the chance to join in. Should there still be spots left over it would fall to the commoners to fill them. That way everyone according to their skill had a chance to participate.

Tyrian crossed his front paws and settled in to wait. He didn't think it would be long.

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