One last call for alcohol

Halo would be embarrassed to admit it, but she was a bit nervous. Excited, yes, but nervous. When the Warlord met her gaze, though, it seemed like pretty much everything was right with her decision. They'd speak about things later, but his nod gave her the confidence that she so sorely needed. Confidence... confidence? Confidence, Halo? Though she was a bit of a stranger to it, she straightened her back and her shoulders. Yes, she could at least feign confidence in this situation. She was going to prove to herself above all that she belonged here. It's important.

Upon hearing that this is a practice raid, relief comes easily. Maybe even the shadow of a smile plays on her lips. A practice raid, so it would be practice fights, and the stakes weren't all that high. They'd be able to hunt on Habari lands if they were victorious, which was neat. Maybe she could even meet some of Habari's healers, after the dust had settled. It would be nice to get familiar with others outside of their pack, and important too. The confidence in her sways from feigned to almost real as Sirius asks if anyone would like to opt out. No, she wouldn't shy away from the challenge. Halo was committed to the challenge, and she'd rise to the occasion. He asks for questions, at which point Halo shakes her head. No questions. The tenderhearted creature was nervous, but she was ready.

"Halo"