our altar is the battlefields

Dirt flew into the air as Marrow dug, making herself a den underneath the roots of a great dead tree. She was keen to get a decent napping place in the band's home base. Dirt stained her paws and muzzle as she crawled in a bit farther, carving out an area that was just big enough for herself. Yes, yes, this would do. She could line it with rabbit and other pelts at another time.

Marrow's ears flicked up as she heard Björn calling the band together. Was it time to raid? Grinning she gathered her items and companions. She arrived at the gathering spot and settled near the fire with a grin on her face. "Please tell me you call us to fight.