the stake that sticks out gets hammered down

Plague strode behind the others as they approached the border of the northern pack, keeping toward the back of the group to make sure no one lagged behind. They had a solid group of fighters with them so he wasn't that worried about it, but it was just in his nature to look out for them all since Hattori and Venom obviously took the lead. It was cold and dark, the winds ruffling his fur. The snow leopards at his sides were having a wonderful time, feeling incredibly in their element in this weather. He smirked a little as Viridis bounded ahead, bouncing through a bit of snow that had collected against one of the pine trees. He was cool and confident as they crossed the border and Hattori announced their presence. The last time they held a raid he had felt a nervous energy, but Chimera's report on the northern pack wasn't much to write home about and he was far more secure in his skills now. He waited for their opponents to appear, emerald eyes scanning the tundra ahead of them.

Plague | Viridis | Procella