Preparations

//Backdated to right before the raid start

Warden shouldered the heavy bundle with a low grumble. He wasn't complaining, quite the opposite. He didn't want help, he just wanted to make sure that it wasn't going to come undone on the walk to the waiting wagons. What was mom packing, anyway? Rocks? Warden could hear Halo anxiously moving about the den as he walked away. It was better that he was out from under foot, being useful, all of that. At least they got to walk down, right? Even if he did have to hang behind where the healers were.

He lowered his head, balancing the bundle on his back instead of carrying it in front of him. That actually seemed to work a bit better. Warden carried the bundle of supplies up to the central meeting point within the Col, panting by the time he was nearly there. They would be loading up soon, if they weren't already. Getting the pack off his back, though? That was something he hadn't quite thought through. "Hey, can someone help?" Right, that's what mom would have said. Ask for someone to help him set it down. There was no telling exactly what was in the healer's kit, and Warden didn't want to break anything.