Generals Gathered In Their Masses

Another day, another raid, not unexpected really. Ajax was game of course, dripping wet as he padded onto the scene, smelling of the salt of the ocean and the coppery tang of something dead. Something that had bled. He never hung around inside that much, ears flicked at the wet plips of water dropping from his belly, landing on the ancient tiling beneath his paws.

"Who we hitting this time?" Ajax asked, his head tilting slightly as he came to a standstill, eying those who had gathered already. It didn't really matter to him, he'd bite whoever he was pointed at, but he supposed it was all Jack's choice. Good for him.