Havoc stopped to gape when she finally found what all the commotion and land-shaking and orange glow was about. Not because she was afraid, but just because it was so... that. Was it a giant worm? Was it an alien? Was it some... weird vaguely phallic tentacle monster? Her brain couldn't quite encompass what it was, but she knew one thing, one thing that she found herself saying out loud, to absolutely no one. "I want to fight it." Once she'd tasted the shape of the words she lit up, mouth stretching in a feral, fang-bearing grin of delight. "I want to fight it." Ohhhh fuck yeah. Let's fucking fight that thing! And she wasn't the only one who took one look at the thing and lit up like a candle at the challenge of it, apparently, because there was already a mess of wolves down there fighting it around its stupid little lava hole when Havoc flung herself wholeheartedly at it. She ignored them all. It was nearly without thought but she was airborne, fully intending to slam her paws into it and kick back off it to land safely, fangs ready for a driveby slicing into its wormy flesh.

He liked to be the idea man, but he wasn't opposed to letting someone else take the lead. Atoll had dutifully followed after Shoal, tail twitching to and fro, excited to be travelling away from the pack lands. He liked to see new things, and today he was really in luck - because he'd get to see something no one had ever seen before. The burning hot flames from the pit tickled his whiskers, and he was just about to complain that he'd begun to sweat when the worm BURST through the ground. "Holy SHIT!" he yelped, flattening his ears to his head and sticking himself firmly in the center of the cluster of his siblings. No, no, he wasn't afraid... he just knew when to fight and when to lay low, right? Besides, plenty of other Raiders had appeared to take on this weird, demonic creature. Atoll danced from paw to paw, eager to watch what havoc his fellow packmates could wreak. There were so many wolves here it was easy to be lulled into a sense of safety in a crowd.

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The goings on around Boreas and Auster had not gone ignored by him. Medusa had mentioned word of some weird ass shit going on, but he didn't know how much stock to put into her words until he saw it for himself. So when he took off to see for himself, he ended up caught in the crossfire of something Hellish. A place he'd never seen before, with a creature he had never seen before. A giant, fiery worm had erupted from the ground, burning nearby things to a crisp. Crimson gaze went wide. In all his years, never had he seen such a thing. It was like something straight from the deepest, darkest parts of a nightmare.

There were a shit ton of others already gathered, trying to fight it. Throwing things at it. Most of them were from the Raiders....great. He had considered returning there recently, but he hadn't anticipated seeing so many of them here and now potentially having to save some of their asses. Leave it to a Raider to get themselves almost killed. Alas, what could he do? Leave them to their own devices and pretend like he didn't see anything? Nah. Well he could...but would he? Despite his inner conflict about it, he respected Gil and Modesty a little too much to let this be.

So with that, the older male slipped closer, and hopefully, just out of reach as he considered what he should do. The worm flailed and screeched a terrible sound, rattling his senses. Baring his teeth, he could feel that flicker of darkness within his mind. "Let's have some fun, shall we?" Crimson gaze narrowed as he prepared to leap for what he could reach before he caught sight of Bellamy. What was she doing here!? While they had their longstanding conflict with each other, he decided now wasn't the best time to engage with her, no. He had a worm to...fight...or something. Running forward, he kicked a flame laden rock toward the worm, hopefully punting it into an eyeball though he wasn't sure if it had any. Continuing his pursuit forward, he leaped in an effort to grab whatever strange appendage it might have with the goal of dragging it downward and bringing it to its metaphorical knees.

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