Mortis trotted in behind the rest of the Raid party, taking up the rear as the party crossed over into Avalon territory. He caught the scent of farmstock, and the familiar scent of herbs in lush Spring air. He found himself wondering how many raids he had left in him. He attended these ones because his children chose to, and he wished to keep an eye on him. Even for friendly ones, such as these.
As he stepped into the field. Leaving himself open for any opponents to take him on, he saw Oleander engage in a fight and win his match. He let out a soft, approving woof for the other wolf to hear.
Marauder
