Feel The Rhythm! Feel The Rhyme! Get On Up! It's Raiding Time! [RAID]

If this was just meant to be a practice, well... Maybe Steig had missed that memo. Charging down the side of the Maw, braying donkeys on his heels, he had been napping when the call first went up. Not allowing his lateness to the party to deter him, he picked out the closest target, a girl that didn't even really look like a wolf at all. He only skipped a single step taking in the strange scaly growths on her legs and the long dangly things hanging off her face like some sorta catfish... Maybe... What if it was contagious?

But the thought was gone as soon as it had arrived, the empty space between his ears filled with wind that whipped the thought away. He smiled with reckless abandon, the dark lines that ran up over his eyes stretching the expression seemingly wider than should be natural. He slapped his paws against the snow and bowed low to show it was nothing personal before he sprung forward, paws wide to grapple the white pelted fish-girl.

"speech"