Treasure Hunt (RAID)

So much had happened since they'd gathered and decided to raid the southern pack and Artisan had nearly forgotten the plan entirely. He'd sat upon the beach sulking over his brother's loss - as he had been every day since being informed - and looked up at the full moon. There were many, many negative connotations that went with the full moon even now that the ooze was gone, but there was something else there too. Did he have a date planned for tonight or something? It took the drunken wolf many minutes to clue in to the fact that he and his pirates were supposed to be raiding on this night, but the moment he realized Artisan took off in a frenzied panic towards Auster.

Exhausted, drunk and panting, Artisan arrived on scene to see the fight had started without him. Damn. Well, this was a good moment to take a break, rest his weary paws, sober up his mind yada yada. Artisan sat his rump in the dirt and watched the battle rage on around him, keeping a careful eye so he'd be able to stand in time should a Hallows wolf decide to take the fight to him.

"Speech"