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Her first, official raid! The call from her father sent tingles of excitement racing through her. Hurrying to slip on her thick, wool cape and her sharpened teeth caps,  Bramble rushes from her room and down the several staircases into the open foyer. Meeting the gaze of her father and mother for a brief moment, smile wide on her lips, she wastes no time to follow after them.

Out in the courtyard, Bramble feels her heart race, her breath pick up in her chest as she scans the scene. Already, her father and a dark, mysterious man are entangled. Her mother too in a bout with another. Wolf to wolf, more come to meet until one stands out. A wolf a little younger than herself, but around the same size, appears to be doing nothing. Sitting, waiting, as if he had all day for this. Bramble's brow furrows, but doesn't hesitate.

Charging forward, she lets loose a valiant howl as she nears the white and blue boy. Baring her teeth in a cheeky grin at him, her sharpened tooth caps glistening in the sun. Bramble leaps forward, knowing it won't be by surprise. Reaching her front legs out, Bramble aims to grab ahold of his shoulders and latch onto his neck in hopes to keep him too preoccupied to even use the dagger clenched between his teeth.