No more time for playing!

Inferno was no longer surprised when the voice that called the pack together for another raid was another of their leaders' children, barely old enough to be an adult. Yearling or no, she couldn't help the wince of worry that shuddered her chest at the idea of more young wolves leaping into battle to be injured or permanently maimed. The Raiders were going to be the death of her at this rate, and not because she'd fallen in battle but because their children apparently enjoyed throwing themselves off metaphorical cliffs. Breathing in deep, centering breaths and letting them out through her nose to ground herself in the moment, she suited up and joined the others as they gathered. She was surprised to see her father hadn't been around lately - she'd thought he and Gilgamesh were quite close, even choosing the Raiders side over his own daughter when Rivin had been kicked out, and he always had been eager for blood. Though speaking of Rivin - Inferno thought she'd been allowed to return to the pack but she too, was missing from the group, only her pirate boy toy there. Were any of her relatives still here? Had she finally settled down to join her family only for them to all drift away without a word?

Grouchily, she settled in with an undirected scowl. Well, at least she'd have a raid to take out her frustrations on, it seemed.