One last call for alcohol

As others gathered, Grimshaw remained seated alone. It wasn't much longer before Sirius started and announced something he really didn't want to hear. A practice raid. He did his best to mask his sigh as a deep breath as he listened, happy to at least get some kind of opportunity but it would be real. Everyone would be holding back, moving slower and more fairly. A real raid would be better, despite the lack of experience the collection of wolves, and even himself, had. He felt that learning from training and practice was good, but the real learning came from the real thing.

At least if they won, they would get to have a hunt on the Habari territory. Though he couldn't imagine what would want to live around a volcano besides a bunch of nutjobs, he figured that at least it was better than nothing. He'd rather be pillaging some other pack for real, but he guessed that he would have to take what he gets.

"Speech."