Blackfeather Woods damn the torpedoes!

the call to rise up through the woods is faint with distance but the urgency to it is not lost on tundra and despite being painfully far away she's still quick to turn with speed and take off through the woods at a practiced run. eyes narrow against the gloom as she winds lightly around trees and over smaller clumps of vegetation in a rush to reach her packmate, mind racing with her with what could be the problem. of course her first fear is that the melonii have decided to have another go at the territory but as she grows nearer the scent is most definitely not the rotten wolves. no this is something different and her nose soon wrinkles with recognition- damn raccoons.

she arrives to the scene panting but buzzing with energy brought on by nothing more than a mixture of anger and exhilaration at the sight of the thieving fuckers having a go at their caches. no apology is offered for her late arrival because well, it's not like it could've been helped and there's no time for such pleasantries anyway. a brow is arched at the pup but maegi and jakoul seem to deal with it quickly. she remains silent in time to hear the morta offer her idea to attack the biggest one which seems to be some sort of leader. the two go for it and assuming they're enough, tundra silently whisks around the ragtag group as they begin to panic at the sight of their largest being attacked. still, they're sly creatures and some use the panic to dive back in for more and tundra focuses her energy on snapping at any of the shitheads that aren't smart enough to take their leader's assault as a sign to get the fuck out.