Ready, aim...

Deimos certainly wasn't as prompt to his niece's call as he had wished to be, but with the shift in priorities in his life he had to see to a few things first before he made his way down to the island's meeting spot. He kept his feelings quiet and to himself and honestly was looking forward to a distraction of sorts in the form of a raid–even if it was one mostly for show. It had been a long time since his last proper fight besides the one quick spar he had with Nirvana so there was a part of him that wondered how rusty he would be, but no doubt it was one of those things that one never really forgot. By the time be made it down the winding mountain paths from the den he shared with his mate it appeared the rest of their raiding party had already arrived. He gave a couple of nods to various wolves in the group as he approached before settling on his haunches beside Fiametta, giving his younger niece a bit of a smile and then turning his gaze up toward Avacyn and Saracyn to listen to the details of their endeavor.

"Deimos Medacium"