The Plunder Plunders (Or tries to but like we lose every raid, so what do you expect)

The wolves of Armada were being called to arms, and Grimoire answered the call. He had been mostly keeping to himself, but that had been something he was trying to get out of. It didn't help though when he felt like nobody really wanted to give him the time of day when he was out and about, but hey, at least this raiding thing would give him something to do. It was his first raid, and he had no clue who the offending party was, but he didn't care. He didn't really care for other people's problems or what their issues were to be honest.

Armada wolves trickled in to confront the others, and already fights had broken out left and right. Sirius and Azure said something about maiming them, and Grimoire had no idea why they wanted to be so violent about it. Maybe there was something between the two packs he was unaware of...did he join the wrong pack? Were they always this violent? He didn't know.

He scanned the woods, keeping an eye out for anyone open to fight.