Nothing like a raid to get your blood flowing

Albion followed Avacyn dutifully, carrying his head high at her marching orders. This wouldn’t be the first raid he participated in, but it would be the first that he won. The young Klein was determined to bring home a couple of wins for his future queen. He watched as the packs began to collide, his keen glass eyes searching carefully for his own opponent. He stood in a defensive position as the commotion made focusing on any sudden movement near impossible. Albion’s head was on a swivel and he braced himself for the wolf that would find him. He tucked his chin and raised his hackles, planting his paws as he unsheathed his dagger like claws. Unlike many of the attendees, Albion fought without the aid of contrived contraptions and companions. He relied on himself alone.

"Albion Klein"