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

Tyrian did a fine job explaining the raid, the reason, but none of it mattered much to Pestilence beyond the very fact that it was happening. The new raidsman was eager to prove herself, who she was proving herself against and why mattered little in the end. Though when her King requested a target, she fell into thought. The reply that came to her mind was instantaneous, though she knew she had to think her words through. She chewed her lip for a moment, glancing around at the gathering crowd. When no one else spoke up, she stepped forward and cleared her throat. "I vote Ashen." She began. "I was born there as some of you may know. Their Empress is my mother, and-"

Her voice caught and she frowned down at her paws. "I hated it there, everyone knew that. So when I asked my mother's permission to leave to come here, she gave it. She didn't tell me until I said my goodbyes that her intention was to allow me to come here so that I could take it over for the Empire." Pesto let that sink in for a moment, looking over at Tyrian with desperation in her eyes. "This is my home, my family. I won't let the threat against it stand, and I vote that we take the fight to them to show them what might happen if they entertain the thought of pushing us into their bullshit Empire ever again." Pestilence's paws shuffled nervously and she hoped that Tyrian wouldn't think of her as some traitor. Never in a thousand years would she even consider doing what her mother had asked that day. "As far as resources they don't have livestock, though they have plenty of food and pelts and other things too. The benefits of having two packs beneath your rule, I suppose."