Blizzard Wraiths [RAID!]

Though he had been informed of the upcoming practice raid, Zagan still felt rather uneasy in a way. He hadn't done too well in the last one, and the scars on his muzzle proved that. He had been training, but it never seemed like it was enough. Even now, he trained from dawn until he was about to pass out, and just as he was starting to fall asleep after a long day, he heard the call. He groaned as he slowly rolled over, almost on the verge of not even bothering. But as he lied there for a few moments, he figured he could use this opportunity to vent and let out some steam. He wasn't a happy creature, far from it. But what was there to be happy about? He hadn't talked to his brother for a while, though he'd been seeing him around with a girl. Though he had to admit, while he was jealous, he was also glad Iroh had someone there for him.

Pushing that from his mind, he got up and made his way through the elements. He followed the sounds of the fighting, nothing but one goal in mind. Win or lose, at least he'd get flesh in his teeth. As he approached the battle zone, he stopped. Most of those that had arrived so far, appeared to already be in a fight, so he hung back and waited for his turn.