Fan the Flames [Raid Meeting]

Aoife heard the call, but had to take extra time to shrug into her new armor - even with Anja's help and her own paws' dexterity, the armor was unfamiliar enough that she wasn't efficient and it went slowly. It wasn't the first time she'd used them, though, and the leather was well-conditioned so once it was in place, it was very comfortable and broken in enough that she wasn't worried about fighting in it. The helmet would still take some getting used to, with the way the cheek pieces and the nasal guard sectioned her vision, but it would do. She took a moment to glance over herself in a still puddle, studying the lay of the armor and helm, raising her quills experimentally to be certain that they weren't trapped under the helmet and fit through the gap as they were supposed to. And to preen a little, honestly. The thick leather, oiled to a deep mahogany and studded in golden rivets to match the gold color of the helmet, and the bright metal of the matching blades looked good against the colors of her pelt, almost matching her auburn-and-gold markings too. So she was a bit late, but moving with a jaunty stride as she joined the rest of the pack at the meeting.