Where the Wild things are

She hadn't been prepared enough to partake in the last raid like some of her other siblings had, but this time around she was more than prepared! Well, just in the nick of time, at least. She had just finished fitting the scabbard for her new dagger to a bracer and fitting the last of the steel pieces to the edges of her leather armor that morning and not a moment too soon since Basilisk called them down to meet and plan. She shifted her armor into place and Sapphire came to land on her shoulder, the magpie seemingly just as ready to go and curious about where they were going in equal measure. She gave the bird a grin and gave a whistle for Rosemary, the jackalope wiggling out from under fur on the bed and hopping over to join her. Yep, she was ready! She hurried down to join the others and, of course, immediately went over to where her father, Ollie, and Wylan had clumped together. She wiggled her way under her father's wing to lean into his side, peering up at him with a grin before she turned her attention up to Basilisk to eagerly await the details of today's raid.

"Wynter Fatalis"