Learn to move as one

She'd made the deal with Basilisk, told her pack to expect it, but as time ticked on she'd begun to have concerns about the potential timing. They couldn't have been more specific on when to do the raid, when they agreed, because that wouldn't have been a good test of anyone's skills, but lambing season was in full swing and there'd been no raid, and she was worried that the stress of an attack would be dangerous for the heavily pregnant ewes and the younger lambs. So when the call came, Corbie made the choice to hold back and allow her betas to take the lead while she worked with the herd, carefully moving them away from the conflict to where the would not be stressed by it, and soothing them with feed and soft words until they were happily quiet once again. Only then did she and her companions spin and race for the raid to lend their strength to that of her warriors. In the event Armada won, she was certain Basilisk wouldn't want to take home stressed out sheep that would potentially die on the journey either, so it was in both their packs' interests to take the time to care for the flock first.

Slowing to a stop at the outskirts of the fight, she swept her eyes over the battles, worried gaze seeking out each of her wolves.