Basilisk returned from Avalon with a plan. He made his way to the Col, stopping by the firepit to add a few more bits of wood to the flame. Once he’d built up a decent fire, he stepped back and took his place beside the Obelisk. This was where Sirius had always called his pack meetings, and Basilisk was continuing the tradition.

This time, there would be no Hazel entering the raid beside him. She had always helped to lead beside him, to watch over their wolves. The change felt… almost shocking. He didn’t let it sit, instead he raised his head and called for his wolves. The Armada was raiding again. This time, they were going for Avalon, and it would be a practice raid among friends. They needed to learn to fight with the changes.


"Basilisk"

Mortis likely would not have entered the raid at all, if it wasn’t for the fact that most of his children were taking part of it. Someone needed to keep an eye on them, and ensure they were okay. He didn’t entirely trust Basilisk to do so. So when the Warlord called the raid meeting, he ensured he had what he needed and trotted along to the Obelisk, and took a seat in front of the much larger wolf. He was the first to arrive, so he let his wings hang loosely by his side, and watched and waited. Keep an eye out for his children, knowing it wouldn’t be long before they arrived. "Speech"

Wylan was more than ready for the raid. He knew he had done amazing in his last one, and he was prepared to give this one his best as well. He trotted into the Col, two of his companions around him. Krak was going to help out with the healers, and he had tried to convince his little sheep to join the bird. But, to no avail. The silly creature was right there beside his polar bear as the small group joined the Raid meeting.

He nodded his head to Basilisk, and grinned at his dad. It was great to see Mortis out and about! He trotted over to his dads side, and leaned into one of the older wolf's wings, waiting to see who else would arrive.


"Speech"

As his 'companion' Krakarak may enter any of Wylan's threads without warning

With the arrival of Andy’s third birthday, the lavender woman begins to feel the march of time and her thoughts have turned to what Basilisk and she had discussed. It is true, she wishes to, one day, have pups with Aresenn but her duty to her family is too great for her to just abandon the Armada. A sigh rolls past her lips as she finishes oiling her black leather armor, the subtle creak that would normally accompany it, has now been carefully buffed out. A familiar call arises from the Col, summoning the pack for a raid and the lavender woman is quick to don her gear. Only when she had attached her kudu horn wraps and tightened the straps on her chest piece does she make her out into day, quickly crossing the distance to where the Obelisk and the Warlord wait while her companions fall in line. Pale blue eyes sweep over Mortis and Wylan as she arrives, offering them both big smiles and warm hellos as she joins them. Seating herself with the small group, she turns her gaze up to Basilisk and offers the man an excited grin. Together, they wait to hear who their target is. "Andromeda Fatalis"