It was a pit stop, really, but there was an itch under her skin, and she reckoned they'd had enough time to get themselves together after Ethne's visit. She wouldn't deny it felt good to be standing here, and maybe knowing it was her calling the Raiders together and not her mother lit a little fire in her belly. If she was expected to play the long game, then what better way to go about it than proving she was the right wolf for the job?

Tipping back her head, Deluge called for the fighters among them to gather, it was time to go to work, before winter rolled in and took all the fun out if. She would wait only long enough for the raiding party to gather, and then they would be on their way. She could keep going about her errand from there.

“Speech”

An ear turned, nose rising dusted in sand, displaced with a snort. It wasn't his mother or father calling, but the message came with clear intent. Ken's tail waved at his back, racing across the sand to where his sister was waiting. He didn't have to gather weapons or companions like others might, and his sister travelled light, her hat and bottles hanging over her hips, birds circling overhead. He skidded to a stop just short of bowling his larger sister over. He didn't need to say he was ready, she'd be able to see it in the shine in his golden eyes, the eager wave of his tail. He'd been fortunate enough to win both his fights in the last raid, he wanted to see if he could keep his streak going.

"speech"

Deluge's call brings him forth, but then, when does it not. Quick to answer, quick to take his place by her side. The last time he'd gotten to participate in a raid, things hadn't gone his way. Bested, but then, the circumstances had certainly been different. Keen eyed, bright, Dread was excited to toss himself in the ring again.

Light jog, high head, searing gaze-- Dread bumps his cheek against Deluge's as he takes a seat beside her. Presumptuous, maybe, but he doesn't care. All confidence and electricity, Dread is more than ready to get this show on the road. It's time.

"Dread Fatalis"

It's not a call from Modesty, but one from Deluge that draws Jael away from her work. Tending to the goats, getting the second pool sorted out, and doing all the day-to-day that kept her from falling apart too badly. Jael was doing her best, trying to drag herself through it. Trying, fighting with herself, grappling with feelings and--

And it's really for the best that the call comes. Shattering the feedback loop that Jael can find herself trapped in, wrenching free. She has Deluge to thank for that, today. Quickly moving to join the gathering raiding party, Jael takes a seat near the back. Melting into the background, she waits.

J A E L

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It was a call not from either Gil or Modesty, but from one of their kids. While he wasn't besties with any of them, he had practically grown up with them and placed the voice as belonging to Deluge. And she was calling for a raid? Despite his failure in the last one defending against Ethne, he was still going to keep trying. The failures only fueled his self service. His desire to be a force nobody could deny...but that meant he'd have to actually start winning his fights...his lip curled at the thought of every loss. The disappointment in his dad's eyes. The encouragement that Rivin often gave him, but no matter what it seemed his losses far outweighed his wins and it was starting to piss him off. The hellhound made his way to where Deluge had called, though all he offered her was a nod as he sat at the edge of the group in a clearly bad mood. He needed to redeem himself one way or another...show that he wasn't going to give up. "Speech"

While Calico Jack had not been allowed to help defend the Raiders Hollows during the last attack, he had had no one to blame but himself. After his talk with Gilgamesh, the young man had realized his shortcomings and had doubled down on his commitment to be, not just a good raider, but a great one. The call from Deluge has him peeling off from the patrol he had been running in favor of swiftly moving to where the meeting is taking place.

Excitement blazes in his icy gaze as he arrives, looking to Deluge at the head of this gathering, flanked by a male he hasn’t met yet, and offers them a respectful dip of his head. With that done, he moves into the sea of already gathered wolves and settles himself slightly away from everyone else. Soon, Jolly Roger, his blue and gold macaw, would descend from the sky to deliver his red paisley bandana while Flying Dutchman would appear shortly after with his cutlass in tow.

Calico Jack is ready for a fight.


"Calico Jack"

Flurry hadn't known if the raid she was supposed to lead was even on the table anymore and quite frankly she wasn't sure if she cared or not. Her father's assurance she wasn't a nuisance didn't mean she wasn't still making herself practically useless. She wasn't sober much anymore. And she certainly wasn't when she swaggered her way to the raid meeting. She'd had the forethought to not bring her drink but she was beyond caring if she showed up and anyone wasn't happy with her state. Fuck them and fuck everything else, if she was going to be punished for caring (or at least that's how she saw it) she'd just drink herself into not caring about anything anymore. Flurry didn't bother to try and offer her sister any niceties, she didn't have any quarrel with Deluge but frankly she just assumed at this point no one actually respected her and she wasn't sure she could handle finding out that was true. She flung herself down onto the ground near the back of the group, not looking at anyone or anything and frankly hoping no one would bother her at all. Not that she expected them to anyways. "Speech"

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Tarnish was in much better spirits after getting his revenge and evening the score with his now Ethne rival. Not only that but the fight had been particularly fun. It'd taken him a bit to heal up from his injuries and now being allowed to drink he'd been getting into a bit of trouble. He was finishing off a bowl of wine when he heard his eldest sister call out for another raid. Oh her timing was good! Tarnish was only one drink in and feeling great. He swiftly grabbed his armor and weaponry, rounding up his companions before heading to the meeting. He was an official Raider now and he wanted to uphold the duties of his rank to the best of his ability. When he arrived a number of wolves were already gathered, one he did not recognize and the man nuzzled Deluge. Tarnish quirked a brow at the scene before flopping down on his butt.

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Deluge's call came with perked ears. So she really was stepping into the leader role, huh? Surprised, Scald can't help but make his way over to the meeting point. With both Modesty and Gil gone, having some sort of fun did sound enticing. Definitely more fun than he had been having lately. Approaching casually, his body relaxed and demeanor lazy as usual, he makes sure to shoulder bump Deluge before heading over to Flurry. Sitting beside his down in the dumps sister, he leans against her and lightly tugs at her cheek. "Bet ya I can win my fights an' get a kiss," he teases, a smirk pulling at his lips as he whispers into Flurry's ear. Scald Fallen

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Another raid so soon? Hell yeah, Kaija could get down with that. Not like the last one had been all that soon but she wasn't used to fighting so often, not that she wasn't very much down for it. She'd already been on the island when Deluge called for them to gather so it didn't take her all that long to show up. Spirits seemed pretty high this time, which she appreciated. She was ready to stretch out and have a good fight or two herself. Tail wagging as she strolled up, she found a spot to claim as her own and settled in, eager to hear who their target would be next.

The Raider's answered her call just as quickly as they would have answered her father and for that she was grateful, her grin never faltering as the party rolled in. “We're off ter Valta,” She finally declared when it looked like they had enough. “Th' leader was recently challenged an' managed ter hold 'is own so they won't be pushovers, maybe a bit long winded, but we're jus' lookin' fer livestock, probably ducks with all tha' water. If they don't 'ave any, we'll go after furs or herbs fer winter supplies. We aren't rollin' in fer ears, las' thing any o'us need is a repeat o' Ethne eh?” She spared a glance for Dread knowing the leader was family, but this was the life he'd signed up for by coming back with her. He'd be ok.

She tipped her head towards the beach, “'S not too far, but try ter save some energy fer when we get there.” She delivered the comment with a smirk. Knowing the Raider's would do just fine.

“Speech”