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

The pack was quick to vote, and Tyrian just as quick to come to a decision on who to raid. Torrent's jaws gaped in a satisfied grin at the choice of pack. She could not fault it - as she had said, she only thought they mught wish to avoid it if they did not wish to tempt retaliation, but with Tyrian's acceptance of the idea her own mismatched eyes glowed the brighter with relish. The rest of the pack spoke up as their ranks dictated, and she was disappointed when the raiding party filled before she could speak up, but she had to push aside her disappointment. She was, after all, unproven in battle and had no real rank to speak of because of that, so she couldn't expect to be part of the raid. But then Asvor spoke up to ask that Valdis remain behind, and Torrent's ears lifted, the tip of her tongue slipping free to touch her lip thoughtfully. "I could take your place in the raiding party, Valdis," she offered."So that you needn't worry that your absence would leave them short a fighter." An unproven fighter could be a liability in a fight, particularly as volatile as Torrent had proven in the past, but she was itching to finally prove herself as she had failed to do in the pack's defense against the vikings.