Kenway made his way out to the moor, rolling the barrel forward by walking backwards, a cattle dog on either side keeping him on course. When the stone circle was in sight, he tipped back his head and called to the pack, it was time to raid again, and this time, he was more than happy to take the lead. Mum had let him know she'd arranged this one with the vikings, and with her and Jael, and shit, even dad being in the state they were... well, he wasn't afraid to step up to the plate, the... season making Deluge a bit of a terrifying wildcard... He didn't mind taking one for the team.

All that was left was to see who would show up.

"speech"

Siduri would always show up for family. Family was important to the girl. The most important thing, in fact. That was why she still wanted Ethne lined up with their heads on spikes, but she could wait for her revenge. For now, she would support her brother. It didn't bother Siduri that her mother had chosen Kenway to lead a raid instead of herself. Everyone should have a chance to prove themselves. She wasn't that selfish.

The pastel and snow yearling was the first to arrive. She tipped her head to her brother then made her way towards him to sit nearby.  "Ken," she greeted the boy.  "More raids. Always raids." She wasn't complaining. It was a nice outlet for the pent up aggression within her. Whether the raid was friendly or not, fighting was always cathartic.

"Siduri"

Rivin was missing and Calico Jack didn’t know what to do with himself. Worry gnawed at his guts and the thought of her out there, alone and hurt made his blood boil. So, when the call for another raid meeting went up, the calico man was among some of the first to appear. Icy eyes flash with fury as he arrives and offers a smile to Kenway, ready and eager to go out and fight again.

Trotting into the meeting area, he dips his head in greeting to Siduri before taking a seat, his red paisley bandana firmly in place around his head. In short order, Jolly Roger and Flyin’ Dutchmen would appear with his cutlass and scabbard and the man would be ready to go spill some blood.


"Calico Jack"

The move on top of the drama of the raid on Ethne had thrown Inferno off - she'd only just begun to learn a new trade when the land that had inspired the craft had been removed as their territory and they'd moved all the way across the continent, and she'd been fighting a sense of whiplash, particularly with the mood from the pack's leaders. She'd been keeping her head down and avoiding contact to keep herself out of it all - her faith in the leadership still shaken by the aftermath of that raid that had seen children injured and her sister thrown out of the pack without warning, she hadn't been able to bring herself to risk further crumbling foundations so she'd kept to herself. Gil's presumed death and miraculous return had done nothing to ease the tension.

Now a call rang out calling for another raid, and Inferno... ever the soldier... knew that she couldn't justify to either the pack or to herself missing another raid when her whole purpose in the pack and in life was as a warrior. Besides, the wolf calling the pack together was hardly more than a child, and she couldn't stand the idea of any more of the pack's children getting injured without her there to protect them from another major injury. So, armed and armored, she made her way to answer the call, inclining her head to Kenway, her expression resigned as she observed him and his dogs playing with a barrel of alcohol as they waited. Children.

She sought the eyes of her sister's friend, brow cocked questioningly at him. At least there'd be one other wolf there who wasn't barely out of the nursery. She longed to ask him where her sister was - they'd never been close, she hardly knew Rivin, but she was still family, and Inferno felt more and more that was slipping through her paws and before long she'd be alone.

Scald was off minding his own business, scouting the nearby territories when the call from Kenway rang out. A brow raised lazily in question before he set out to meet his younger brother. While he figured Deluge would be the one leading once more, he wasn’t entirely surprised the boy wanted to step up either. Raiding ran in their blood that much was obvious. 

Approaching the small group, he glances around at somewhat unfamiliar faces. Well, hopefully this would be a good show of the ones who didn’t participate very often. Moving to take a seat beside Jack, he leans over to bump shoulders with the patchwork boy. “‘M sure Rivin’ll pop up soon ‘nough,” Scald whispers, a hopeful half-smile on his face before he turns his attention to Kenway.

It was time to kick some ass, and Kaija wasn't planning on missing it this time. Though she'd shown up last time to the raid, everyone had been too preoccupied to fight her. That was some shit. She planned to make sure she got into the fray right away this time, not wanting to miss out again.

She made her way to Kenway's call as quickly as she was able to traverse the moor. Well, maybe she could go a little bit faster but she arrived fast enough, panting lightly by the time she arrived. Her attention scoured the group to see who had arrived thus far before she settled down on her hindquarters, interested to see what the call was this time, and who their target might be.

Finally feeling well enough, between the relocation and the heavier medication, Wake is ready to join them. Ready to go off raiding, ready to make bad choices with the rest of them. No shortage of hostility in the boy, to match the shitty attitude and the substance abuse. Clutching his flask of laudanum, he's more than happy to answer Ken's call.

His siblings, for the most part, already pooled around Kenway by the time Wake joins them. Gaze flickering across the faces of the wolves gathered, satisfied. He'll hang near the back, watching, waiting. Tense. The target announcement is all he needs, and fuck it, he's ready to go.

WAKE UP

Though he'd rather be off with Deluge, work is work. Duty is duty. It's best that she stays home with her mother and with Jael, on standby for the pups. Leaving the pack unprotected with both raid king and queen rather indisposed was unwise, and bringing his girlfriend out when she's in her condition was... also unwise, if he was to dwell on that. The possessive part of his head happy to leave her here, locked away from the paws of whatever roving males... get your head out of the gutter. Ahem.

They'd be down a bard without Jael, and he'd step in and take her role for now. It's only right. It's on Kenway's call that he comes, surveying the rag-tag crew that's assembled around him. Quietly, Dread takes a seat on Scald's other side. Expression drawn and serious, his attention settles on Ken.

Dread was joking if he thought she would sit out a raid just because of a minute shift in her scent. It would be fine, this was a friendly raid and besides, what better way to serve as a distraction? Wolves were prone to do silly things when it came to raging hormones. She sidled up on Kenway's other side, giving the young boy a wink as he balanced on the barrel, the cattle dogs doing a fine job of keeping him in place. She knew where they were going, but did anyone else? Morwenna was more than capable of looking after her mother and Jael while they were out. She wasn't needed for the icky bits.

"speech"

Sakana didn't like fighting, but it had been a while and even though Modesty assured him this would be a friendly affair, well, they all knew how the last one of those had turned out. His saddlebags were stuffed with medical supplies, small blade strapped to his tail as Blondie rode over his shoulders and his lapwing circled overhead. He probably had the most familiarity with the Vikings, so he only thought it right he come along for this one. Besides, maybe when they were done, they'd have a party. That'd be a nice break from all the tension and gloom that hung over the Ravine. His nose scrunched to see Deluge present, really? But then when had she ever been anything but reckless? Shaking his head, he watched as Kenway began to roll his barrel again. "To the mountain!"The mottled boy declared, and the raiders fell in step behind him.

“Speech”