Valkyrie was giving this place one final chance before she said to hell with it all. After her husband's infidelity had come to light she had taken her vengeance from of his possessions. And yet, her figurative pockets now well lined, Valkyrie remained dissatisfied. Chaos flaunted his bastards; all but rubbing them in her face. They paraded around Fireside lands freely and were an open insult to Valkyrie and her legitimate children. Valkyrie had tried to make it work for her children's sake. This was the only home they'd ever known, after all. But now they were adults and she wasn't sure how much more insult her dignity could bear.

What she needed, she decided, was to sink her teeth into someone. A good, bloody fight would do the trick. And why settle for one when she could get others involved? No, no she couldn't settle for less than a big trashy brawl.

So, she'd wrung permission from Tyrian after nailing down some simple terms. She would not be starting wars with this campaign, for one. Resources and good fun were all they could fight for. And she could not make any alpha level decisions unless absolutely necessary - a rule that chafed her since she had once upon a time been a leader herself. But, chafing or not, Valkyrie had agreed.

After perching on a bolder overlooking the rolling knolls Valkyre called for any who wished to join her in a raid.

OOC: first round due 1/17! This is just for fun/skill points so anyone is welcome to join!

Hearing his mother's call to join her in a raid was probably the most exciting thing to have ever happened to him. He hurried to his den to collect his things, urging his penguin to waddle faster the entire way to the meeting point. "Dibs! Dibs!" He called as he approached, juggling his coat and blade as he tried to both walk and equip them at the same time. There was no way he was missing out on this raid, and Tyrfing would have bet money that the rest of Fireside felt the same way, which meant he didn't have a moment to lose in volunteering. "Speech" table art by nightauctor

Álarr surveyed the small pool of ash and the smoke rising from it. The fire had burned long and hot and now had died, burying its precious in gray and white ash. In an hour or so it would be cool enough to pull the ceramic bowls from the fire. He could always use more bowls and after breaking one on his last trip he needed more. With a sigh he settled down to work on another project to pass the time when he heard Valkyrie call for participants in a raid. A raid? He was rather surprised to hear that but would not ignore the call. He headed toward the source of the call and arrived to see Valkyrie and one of her older pups there waiting. He dipped his head in respectful greeting before taking a seat.

Dagrún chewed at the shin bone, gnawing the rest of the meat off of it before batting the remnants of the skeleton playful side to side. She was taking a break from her patrol but would soon have to start again. So far it had been going pretty straightforward. Nothing too out of the ordinary though she was still finding other predators prints closer to the borders than she would like.

Dag continued to amuse herself when she heard her mother call for volunteers for a raid. Oh heck yes she wanted in! She scrambled to her feet, kicking up dirt and grass as she raced toward the source of the call. She slid into the meet, screeching to a halt next to her brother. "As a raidsman I want to be involved!" She declared.

His mother’s opinion of Ysmir’s half siblings easily rubbed off on him, and his father’s flaunting of the young bastards were hell on his own self esteem. He was raised knowing his place in the world, far superior to the rabble within Boreas. As he reached adulthood he realized where he stood with the rest of the family as well. Which made his failures all the more painful. The young man shook himself of the thoughts when he heard his mother call, like she could read his mind she gave him the opportunity to prove himself and release some pent up frustrations. Ysmir tried not to think about the potential for showing off his shortcomings,

Getting to his paws Ysmir hurried to his mother’s call, dark ears perked as dual toned eyes moved from sibling to sibling before resting on Valkyrie. His mother would forever be the most formidable of warriors, and he wouldn’t forget the blasphemous words Ashmedai had said during his puphood. No one could compare to the viking queen and he would not be convinced otherwise.

Ysmir came to a halt beside Fin, who at one point had been his interpreter. Now that he was older Ysmir needed much less help getting his thoughts across when he couldn’t say them vocally. As always he was quiet, perking up as his attention remained on his dam.

The call that touched his ears was all too welcome. He'd been growing bored and was still somewhat on edge after the long night, but even after it ended he swore he was always looking up to the sky wondering if or when it would begin again. Still, maybe this would be an opportunity to get his mind off of it. A distraction. And while it wasn't Tyrian that had called, his father's wife was still someone he respected and he wondered how she was dealing with the knowledge about his father's newest children. Ares had yet to meet the youngest brood, but he was keen to check them out soon enough.

Arriving at the gathering, he noted there were very few there and was curious if anyone else would show. Surely Chaos wouldn't miss a chance for this, right? Or maybe he was hiding from Valkyrie...whatever the case, he was eager to wet his teeth and claws.

Ashmedai was always up for a good tussle. Not that he was feeling old or anything, but if he'd been younger, he'd have run away with the pirates and raided every existing pack. It just so turned out that he liked having consistent meals and a soft place to sleep. It seemed that Sparrow intended to run her pack just like a band, which was fine and dandy, but, again, Ashmedai was a character of leisure. He heard the call and took a good while stretching and rolling his shoulders before he made his way to the cursed bear woman who had somehow womb-trapped his family- but hey, she didn't bother him and offering a raid was a good enough reason to not dislike her, crazy or not. As he arrived, he dipped his head, settled in, and zoned out. Now for the boring part...