Ready, aim...

The call foe the raid meeting went out, and Ifrit left his patrol route to attend. The howl was already fading in the distance as he made his way, though he had been on the far side of the island when it rang out. Avacyn had spoken with him beforehand about it, and Ifrit was all too eager to attend. It had been a while, and no doubt he was rusty. Raiding with rogue bands was likely far different than raiding with a more coordinated pack. He was likely to get a taste of what a real raid consisted of, even if it was just for practice this time around. Still, it would let him see how a pack raided compared to what he'd done in the past.

Arriving at last to the meeting, the horned male slipped in behind the others and took a seat, quietly nodding towards Avacyn & Saracyn as he waited to hear the details.