Come On, Give Me That Fire!

While he certainly hadn't expected his headstrong sister to take a beating and not try to fight back, some part of him had hoped that they would be done with bloodshed for a time. It felt like one thing after another and when he heard his sister's howl to summon them for a meeting to prepare for a raid he let out a slow sigh as he closed his eyes for a moment. The raid had left him and Haydée scarred and he wasn't exactly jumping at the chance to be pulled into another fight–especially one where he would be on the attacking side rather than the defensive–but he wouldn't allow his family to charge off into danger without him. He might still be green when it came to healing, but his knowledge was better than nothing when it came to immediate triage after a fight. He walked away from his garden to join in on the meeting, arriving well after a bulk of the pack's fighters had already arrived–including their mother. He questioned whether that was a wise decision given how her actions had changed the tone of the previous raid, but if that's what his sister wished then it wasn't his place to intervene. He ended up settling next to Alexander, forcing a bit of a smile as he gave Haydée his full attention.

"Dorian"