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Confusion replaced the dawning sleepiness that was creeping up on Seneca's face. His brow furrowed, eyes searching Wylan's face. "Raid? What raid?" As far as Sen knew, raids were a bad thing and people got hurt - or worse. He suddenly sat up, his confusion quickly replaced by concern and worry. His questions continued in rapid succession, not waiting for Wylan to explain.

"Where? Here? Or somewhere else? Why?" His nervousness manifested in tippy tappy front paws, his weight shifting from one paw to a other as he waited oh so impatiently for Wylan to answer.