Ding Dong!

Havoc lay in the shade of her tent, one leg bouncing in badly suppressed restless energy. Ugh it was so BORING. Being part of a mercenary band should have INTERESTING, with lots of fights and raiding and drama, but Eligos was just so cautious and careful that they never really did anything. Yeah there were only a couple pawfuls of wolves in the band and not all of them would be useful in a fight, so they would probably be outnumbered no matter who they scrapped with, but at least it would be FUN. Frustration broke the frayed leash of her self control and she surged to her paws, just in time to hear a call for her. She listened, then a delighted and fierce grin spread over her maw, bareing her fangs. Now THERE was something interesting. In no time at all she had charged across the camp and out the entrance to collide with Medusa, her older bestie. Slapping her affectionately on the shoulder, she grinned at her. "Medusa! How's it been going?"