to the cry of drums

Basilisk was pleased with how quickly his wolves assembled before him. They looked battle ready and prepared, and he allowed himself a proud smile as his eyes roamed across them. “Thank you all for coming. I’m proud to lead such a fine band of warriors” he said, showing his teeth in a satisfied grin.

“Today, we raid the Syndicate. This is a pre planned raid with their diplomat. We don’t know what this new pack intends with their new rise to power. But today, we will teach them how fierce the Armada warriors are. Once we are victorious, we will hold a hunt on their lands.” He told them, getting slowly to his paws.

"Basilisk"