He'd done it. He'd pulled them together, he'd summoned a group that was worthy. All that's left? Make their grand entrance. Make their assault on Boreas, and begin the first step on their path toward destruction. Toward ruin. Toward something far greater than the sum of its parts.

Taking time to set up camp, stoke a fire, and really get shit rolling... yeah. It's time. A target well placed in his sights, a rather nontraditional conglomeration. Big cats, though their numbers seemed something akin to his own. Björn⁢ found himself torn between Felisgarde and Avalon initially, but if they moved quickly, perhaps both would be an option.

Stoking the fire at the heart of camp and calling to his companions, the boy rests on his haunches. It's time.

"speech"

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Dirt flew into the air as Marrow dug, making herself a den underneath the roots of a great dead tree. She was keen to get a decent napping place in the band's home base. Dirt stained her paws and muzzle as she crawled in a bit farther, carving out an area that was just big enough for herself. Yes, yes, this would do. She could line it with rabbit and other pelts at another time.

Marrow's ears flicked up as she heard Björn calling the band together. Was it time to raid? Grinning she gathered her items and companions. She arrived at the gathering spot and settled near the fire with a grin on her face. "Please tell me you call us to fight.

This is all fairly new to Dominus. Sure, the raiding, the fighting... he knows of it. He knows how these things are supposed to work, but it brings to mind that they were rather sheltered. Instead, the violence would be his. Maybe it's a chance to flush the anger from his system. Raiding, it does a boy good. With a pang, he misses his father. Biting the feelings down, Dominus draws to his full height and approaches the gathering group.

Their numbers were small, smaller than the packs he knew. Would raiding really prove worth it? Then, it seemed like Björn had a plan. He must... right? Carefully taking a seat, gaze cast about for Lumine before returning to the antlered boy at their helm. Dom remains quiet. Waiting. Watching.

"Dominus"