Let's beat up the kids

-Set after raid-


The Warlord made his way down to the Hallows. The path, while long, was familiar to him. How many times has his paws worn through the tracks to the distant pack?


When he arrived, he howled for Art, and then trotted a short way into the open expanse of their meadow territory. It wasn't long before the other alpha arrived, and he greeted his son in law with the love and familiarity he often did. He clapped him on the shoulder, his smile warm. A little less lost then it had been last they met. "Hello, Art." He said, greeting the other wolf. "The Armada has raided the Raiders Hollow recently, and it started some questions among my pups that got me thinking. How would you feel about a raid against the Hollows? Half pups, and half yearlings? To satiate their curiosity" he explained, a hint of mischief in his smile. He wanted to get Arts thoughts before mentioned it to the kids, but he knew they would be excited.