Forward we March!

The skinny white healer with polar bear attire followed the Warlord eagerly, keeping pace with the others easily. He had trained for this! His first raid! He never even thought he could get this far! Excitement and pride shivered through every fiber of his sinew. His pads itched over the snow as they grew closer and closer.

As Basilisk raised his head to call out his battle cry, Oleander, caught up in the energy, sang out as well! He wagged his white tail and he reached out his long legs to grip the snow as he charged behind his titanic leader. He was ready!

"Speech"