There's gold to be taken, we'll bathe in it when we mutiny!

Things had been off. The sky was still a weird colour and a bunch of the Raiders had returned injured from what she couldn't understand. It didn't seem like regular raid injuries, that was for sure.

She had been making a pass of the northern border of the moor with her wolverine in tow when Deluge's call went up, so she left off her patrol, comfortable that all the livestock was accounted for and made her way back to the Ravine. She was beginning to eye off the trees to see if there was one that she might claim for her own treehouse when she was finally released from her parents home, it couldn't be far off now, could it?

She put her pondering to rest as she looked over the gathered wolves, so many not present, but so many gathered.

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