Forward we March!

Maybe it was sheer stubbornness that drove Gossamer to drag her emaciated frame on the raid. Or perhaps a sense of duty. She couldn't really say either way but she had started this journey of recovery from her illness and her ultimate goal was to get back into fighting shape. This was one way to push herself. Hopefully this wouldn't backfire. Thankfully they didn't have far to go and soon entered the Polar Sound where a new pack called The Syndicate dwelled. This was to be a friendly raid, which suited her just fine.

In moments fights were breaking out all around her. Gossamer set her defenses, looking to her companions to help her keep an eye out for an opponent. Ideally, her opponent would come to her.