Where the Wild things are

Oleander was carefully instructing Vesper in the way of keeping the clinic organized when the call came and reverberated through the warrens. He gave her a wild grin, he thoroughly enjoyed testing his prowess in the raids and this time he wouldn't lose any of his matches. Not if he could help it!

He told her to keep her nose clean and make no trouble as he threw on his mighty polar bear skull and cape and fitted his claws. This time he added a stinging poison to them for extra effect. Not enough to cause damage or lasting infection, just enough to make his scratches extra annoying.

He left the clinic with his head high and trotted nimbly to the assembly, gave a nod to Spider as he passed him.... Hmm... as he went to sit by his father and brother he looked back and narrowed his viridian eyes at the dark male. It was his job to keep an eye on the health of the pack and it seemed Spider probably needed a good win in this raid to lift his spirits. He made a mental note to check in on him after the raid. The slump in his posture was all too familiar to Ollie's father's winter pose. He brought his attention back to his immediate family and rubbed shoulders with both his father and Wylan before sitting expectantly before The Warlord.

"Speech"