The beating, beating paws

Gossamer was fast asleep, snuggled tightly against Ásta and dreaming about warding off vampires with garlic when an eerie howl pierced through the night. She startled awake, her heart racing and her fur on end. What was that? She glanced around and noticed her dad was gone and the fear began to grow. It was out of the question for Sirius to be patrolling late at night but something about his absence combined with the eerie howls set her on edge. Then her father rang the alarm, calling everyone to the obelisk. She glanced to Ásta and the fox nodded. "I wonder what's going on. Sounds bad." Worry show on her face as she bolted out of the den with her companions at her side and headed toward where her father and other pack mates were gathered. She caught Asla's words. Giant wolves? "Are they raiding?" This wasn't at all what she thought her first raid would be like.