“Lava Rocks” but sung to the tune of Thunderstruck

A panicky howl sung to the tune of Eraithus echoed over Habari's lands. Raid. It was the only word he heard before the pale boy was moving into action. All four limbs scrambled together as he pulled on his skull mask and slipped on his clawed gloves before calling for his own trio of companions to follow. Whether he would need to use the many teeth the caimans held would be up to his opponent. Determined to defend his pack and make up for the slightly poor work he and his brother did during the practice raid, Ghoul was not far behind the others.

Right on the tail of Macabre, he split off from his brother with a proud yip as he watched the spotted boy go after the slightly familiar mottled pirate. Turning his attention back to the rest of the pirates, a slightly taller and colorful male stuck out to Ghoul. Training his ruby gaze on Artisan, he made his way over without hesitation. Folding his ears back and peeling his lips back in a haunting snarl, he dodged toward the left. Taking a step past Artisan's right shoulder, Ghoul lunged forward and aimed to grab ahold of Artisan's thigh.

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