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

Ah shit. Modesty thought in a very un-Modesty like way. By the time Gil’s companions had caught up to her to let her know Deluge and the boys had returned, she was already running late to the raid. She’d hoped to have enough time to at least have a nap, hell, even catch her breath before throwing herself into the fray but it wasn’t to be. Sparrows call was distant and she had to lengthen her stride to make up the distance.

There were only a few still standing on both sides, and she wasn’t a dummy. Her sense of self-preservation was strong. Not only were the Armada wolves practically family when she was growing up, she couldn’t even hold it against Azure for yeeting her largest daughter (hell she wanted to do the same herself on an almost daily basis but her glowing fur made the Fallen mother drool far too much, and she was far too vain to suffer the consequences).

She angled herself towards an earthy hued lad, a bit shorter than herself but heavier in his build. She only wanted to give him a shove, maybe push him down with a paw across his shoulder, but hell, she knew she’d be lucky to not trip over her own paws. Fighting wasn’t exactly her forte.

“Speech.”