Blizzard Wraiths [RAID!]

After being informed of the impending raid against them Iroh had taken to patrolling at odd times. The new habit disturbed Elise a slight bit, but he was glad for the sacrifice when he heard the call ring out. Massive black paws were suddenly hurried as he barked his command to the mandrill upon his back. Sarabi leapt from her position and hurried to the den to fetch the cast iron teapot that Iroh carried into battle. Unorthodox certainly, but the weapon wasn’t to be underestimated.

He had yet to adorn himself with any kind of armor, but he was half hoping to make a set alongside his crafty woman. The armor would protect him but also serve as a reminder of what he was in turn protecting. As he arrived on scene blue and lavender eyes fell upon the invading party. He hung back in the darkness of the trees and allowed the snow to mask his presence as he waited for Sarabi to return to him along with his pack and leader.