You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in

Excited. Wake is far too excited, far too pleased with himself. Light on his feet, moving easily as he dances with the tall boy. Everything according to plan, everything in perfect time. It feels good. Fighting feels good, rising to the occasion with the rest of the Raiders. Grinning and rolling his shoulders, tossing his head, Wake is all too pleased.

He catches the man's cheek spurs across his own, but even that, feels good. The laudanum dulling the pain, all Wake can feel is the pure excitement that comes from raiding. Deftly dancing away from the paw that lifts, Wake uses the opening. Moving to slam into the pale man's body, darting, coming in close. Hopefully it's enough to send him sprawling, knock him from his feet. Wake is a little manic in the moment, having way too much fun.

WAKE UP