Gonna draw your last breaths, at the end of our Mek’Leths

Deluge smiled when the familiar call came, a wide smile on her face as she moved toward the raiding wolves looking for one participant in particular. It was nice to not be the one travelling for a bit of a rumble for once. The fact they'd picked the archipelago over the isle might have been telling in itself, but she supposed her mum had as much claim to it as anyone else that had ever been born here.

Dread didn't make himself easy to spot in amongst all the dark coated Armada wolves, but she thought she finally had him spotted. Turning back her ears and dropping her head enough to aim her antlers at a shoulder, she hoped she could weave her way through the chaos and catch him off guard. Maybe if she won, she'd even be so bold enough to demand a kiss for her victory.