As black smoke engulfs the sky RAID

Ok, she was late. Really, really late. The call for defenders rang out and Aryn stumbled, erring and ahhing the possibility of joining her first actual combat. She hurried back to her den, shrugged on her armor, retrieved her battle rock and moved onward to where the attack had begun. The wolves of Habari had been told to expect the raid but not when it would happen and Aryn cursed herself beneath her breath for not being more prepared.

By the time she arrived a good handful of the battles had already ended. Her ears pulled flat against her skull, her weight shuffling back and forth between her paws as she idled nervously to await an opponent.