Before leaving the meeting place Valkyrie had slipped on her bear skull mask. Immediately she'd been imbued with the spirit of the bear and it had left her tongue-tied. She led the trek towards the pack in silence save for the occasional growl-punctuated jerk of her head to direct those around her. Somewhere near the other side of the territory she'd found her voice. The power of the bear mellowed as she clung to the thought that this was a raid, not a siege. Her wants today were simple so she would rein in the harsher desires the mask tempted her to act on.

Soon the border was at her paws and Valkyrie paused to savor the moment. She glanced around at her comrades, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Shall we call them out to play?" After taking a deep breath and giving her bandmates a chance to do the same Valkyrie lifted her chin and called for the wolves of Legion to come and play; to defend themselves from the raiders who were there to have a ball at their expense and run off with their goods.

Éldi donned his armor, checking to make sure it fit snugly but not so tight that it would limit his movement. He glanced at his companions. Kaler gave a nod and Askr took off into the sky, a small black stain against pale, ash-stained blue. They were ready. Éldi grinned, his pendant of Thor's hammer bouncing off his chest as he trotted after Valkyrie toward the raid target. He'd been training all winter and spring and he was anxious to put his skills to the test.

They soon arrived at the edge of the basin where the sweet scent of the fragrant grasses tickled his nostrils. When Valkyrie tipped back her head to call the wolves of Legion, he tipped his own head back to join her call. Excitement was thrumming through his blood. He was more than ready for this.

Another evening and another patrol done. Valdís shifted her course eastward, paws gliding over the grass as she trotted back toward her den. Once there she planned to shed her armor and take a relaxing nap in the sun. A chorus of strange howls made her blood run cold. The tone was not what she would consider friendly. Her eyes narrowed and she barked out a call to Embla and Jynette. Loping toward the source of the call she threw back her own to call on Legion's forces to respond to the threat that had arrived at their borders. She hoped the others would follow suit swiftly as she had no desire to face this threat alone.

Embla, flying above, was the fist to spy the group. "There, Valdís, just ahead!" She nodded and picked up the pace.

Eisleif strode forward on confident paws, her tuft of a tail wagging at her hips as her father;s vibrant blue eyes shone in their facets. She wore an elegant smirk as she followed behind her armor clad brethren. With their target chosen, and so conveniently close to them, Eisleif felt the adrenaline race through her veins. As Valkyrie came to a halt at the border the older viking took the moment to take a few breaths before joining her leader in a battle cry. This was finally their moment. Lowering herself into her defenses Eisleif held herself on her toes and bent her joints as she prepared herself physically and mentally.

Álarr was resting peacefully when he heard the unfamiliar howl ring out through the air. It immediately set his fur standing on end as he jolted awake. He looked quickly to his companions. "Get your armor on. This isn't a house call." He stared at Afi for a moment then nodded. His heart was racing, he felt sick. As he attempted to don his armor he fumbled a few times until he'd finally gotten everything on and secure. He felt light-headed but kept trying to tell himself that he didn't know for sure that the folks who howled were bad. Maybe they just wanted to ask for directions, or maybe they were traveling salesmen. That was probably it.

Even so, he couldn't help the feeling of unease that settled into his stomach as he started heading toward the source of the call. When he did arrive he saw only Valdís facing off against three strange wolves, a few of which were suited up in armor and looked ready for battle.

They had a pretty solid plan now for Tyrian to take over the pack, though Chaos was giving him a few days to think things over before they called the pack together to do the change of leadership in case the yearling changed his mind, thiugh he didn't think that Tyrian would. He was an Imperialis after all, and it was rare to find one who wasn't just as stubborn and ambitious as rhe rest. So of course it was that brief lull when trouble showed up

Chaos' head snapped up when he heard howls ringing across the temporary territory they had laid out. He'd known it was only a matter of time before the close quarters with others would cause trouble... he should have moved them back to their lands months ago, volcano or no volcano.

A growl thundered deep in his chest as he skidded to a stop between his packmembers and the invaders. The bear mask threw him for a second, but then he recognized the viking who had held the slave market. He narrowed his eyes at her, and those following her. "You're going to want to turn around and leave," he said mildly, though his eyes gleamed mirderously, "or I'm afraid we couldn't be friends anymore. Would just break my heart if we couldn't be friends."

The howling at the border brought Tyrian at a run. He couldn't think of an innocent reason for a group of wolves to come to the border and howl like that so he could only assume they were up to no good. It was, however, nice of them to announce their presence rather than just barging on in. No doubt it was meant to scare them or whatever, but Tyrian was relieved it allowed the pack to gather their fighters together. It would have been mayhem if the howlers had just run in and started attacking.

He arrived on the scene to find Chaos, Alarr and Valdis already there. Good. They were all strong fighters and he felt together they would offer the other side one hell of a challenge. Tyrian sidled up to Chaos and leveled a hard gaze at the fighters opposite of them. It was clear by their armaments they were there for a fight. That was all well and good. He was ready.

If Valdis had been sleeping beside her, Asvor had no doubt her stirring would've woken her immediately. But after their recent conversation regarding Valdis's aspirations within Legion.. well, it was no surprise at all that she wasn't by her side. Often she spend hours patrolling their makeshift territory, regardless of the time of day. Sometimes she accompanied her, but not always, and this moment was one of the latter. Instead, she was awoken by the battle cry of strangers, no doubt here to play, judging by their tones. Her interest was certainly piqued. Without wasting much time, she donned her helmet and scooped up Jormungandr, her snake companion that tended to stay close to her - or her den - more often than not. Regardless of what these intruders were up to, it didn't hurt to be prepared, him?

Without much hesitation she headed toward the sound that echoed over the lands, surprised that quite a few wolves had already arrived. Instantly her gaze found Valdis, moving to stand by her side without wavering. She had no reason to be afraid and she doubted her girlfriend had even a hint of wariness either. Alarr, Chaos, and Tyrian had already showed up to, and she have the others a sideways glance before averting his attention to their supposed challengers. That's what this was, right? Their scents were familiar and she had to deduce this was the group that had been skirting around their temporary lands. Maybe they were done sharing..

It was time to raid. How fun! Admittedly Eyrun had been feeling quite restless lately, though she hadn't once doubted that Valkyrie would let her down. The volcano deciding to erupt had put quite a damper on their plans, which - although unfortunate - was just something they had to wait out. And wait they had, until the time was right. The pale viking wore a wicked grin as she trailed after Valkyrie, beyond eager and ready to initiate whatever was about to unfold. Even despite her lack of fighting recently, since she'd arrived in Boreas, she just didn't give a damn. What she lacked in experience she certainly made up for in pure, unadulterated spirit - and probably an unhealthy amount of zealotry.

Once they arrived, she was quick to join in with Valkyrie's excited call, nearly bouncing on the pads of her paws. Though most of her attention was on Valkyrie, she cast eager glances toward Eldi and Eisleif, that same cocky grin tugging at her lips once again. She was ready, unadorned with weapons or armor; she didn't need anything but herself and she was eager to prove her worth and loyalty to not only her gods, but to Valkyrie and their comrades.

This was what he lived for. Spying Valkyrie in her skull mask got his blood pumping. They hadn't raided together in such a long time - he hoped there would be more reindeer games in the band's future. With his jaws slavering a particularly mad glint to his eyes, the viking followed his compatriots into Legion territory. With any luck they'd raze this area to the ground, interloping pack wolves included. Their spoils would be vast and their victory would be sweet. Dag hung back a few paces behind Valkyrie as the alpha, or presumable leader, showed up. His hackles raised a growl rumbled in his chest but he said nothing. The thrill of the brawl was imminent. He couldn't wait to hear Valkyrie's response.

Sparrow was beside herself at the call. Not because she was scared, no, but more so because she couldn't find her father or any of the relative who ideally would have told her to either go to the call or stay away from it. Would she get in trouble for running? Or would she get in trouble for going to the call directly? Oh man, no one was here to tell her what to do! Wait- that meant... she could do whatever she wanted, right? A bunch of big baddies at the pack? Ready to face off against her, the eventual king of the pirates? Hah! Fine then! Sparrow took one last second to make sure no one was watching her to stop her before taking off.

Once she arrived at the scene, she came to Tyr's side, aiming to throw an equally mean look at the group of wolves opposed to them. She meant to say something cool, but nothing came to mind as she looked over the raiders. That was fine, right? She could just let her actions do the talking!

The rising chorus of howls - both strangers and Legion wolves - brought Torrent's head around to stare intently in that direction, hackles rising silently. That was an alarm. The border had been breached. All fighters who were in pack lands would be expected to answer it if they could to repel the invaders, since they didn't have any noncombatants to protect now that Rhythm had returned to Abaven, but Torrent hesitated. She didn't really think she was ready to fight for real, not yet. She'd just get in the way. Part of her recoiled from the idea of answering that call, and it wouldn't be a hard sell to say that someone needed to watch the other borders in case it was a distraction from a larger invasion... She shook her head once sharply, dismissing the cowardly thought. Where had the fearless goddess she'd once been gone to? Her confidence had been shredded seasons ago, but she didn't need to be confident to do what needed doing, and her brothers would have been ashamed of her for even thinking it. Her father would be ashamed. She was an Imperialis, wasn't she? They didn't run away, whether they were ready for battle or not. Asriel's pale, blue-eyed form moved up beside her like a ghost, and she took a deep breath. Right.

As silent as the snow leopard, she moved up into a lope towards the call. Her eyes swept the tableau intently, picking out the forms of the Legion wolves from the intruders. Interestingly Tyr stood beside Chaos to lead the pack - she blinked expressionlessly to see Sparrow beside him at the forefront of the Legion wolves - and Alarr with his own companions among the pack, armored and ready. Torrent moved up beside him, silently pressing her shoulder to his (with care to avoid the spikes on his harness), holding herself to her full height in order to better study the invaders. Her slender yearling body was held tense and ready, and though initially she'd been uncertain she was prepared for a fight the sight of strangers daring set foot in their boundaries woke a rage that blazed in her chest and made her tremble with the need to break ranks and fight - a need that she suppressed, for Chaos hadn't yet given the word to attack.

It was finally time. He followed the others towards the borders of Legion, keeping pace with his companions both feline and canine as Valkyrie led the way to their first raid. He had been wondering when they'd go, but he understood why it had taken so long. The volcanic eruption had thrown the world off balance and put a stop to their plans for a time, but now they were moving. He could smell his pack mate, Cloud, nearby, the monochrome male quiet as always as he loped alongside him. He could feel his fur prickling in anticipation, the horns on his head gleaming in the light. He was eager to test them out since he hadn't had the chance before. The armor clad warrior was definitely ready for a fight.

Upon reaching the borders, Valkyrie called for the wolves of Legion to meet them and he wasn't disappointed when he heard a reply. Only...the voice that called the rest of the opposition sounded incredibly familiar, and his head raised when he caught her scent. Valdis was here? He'd crack a joke about "long time no see" considering she had once been one of his best warriors, but he remained quiet for the time being and stopped when the others did. He was mentally and physically preparing himself for the brawl ahead, and he could feel his jaguar companions doing the same beside him.

He traveled alongside his pack mate, there to guide him if need be but he knew the earthen males companions helped him with that already. That, and there was little he could do anyway to guide since they were following the bands scents and sounds as it was. Dragon had proved he was capable of taking care of himself, Cloud knew that. But he had a deep respect for the blind warrior and wanted to do what he could and be there to offer help if he needed it. The monochrome male kept his eyes on the road ahead, his collar tag jingling softly against the buckle as he moved. He had wished Ty was here with him, unsure if the demon in his head would try to worm it's way out, or remain dormant as it had been as of late. Honestly, Cloud wasn't really sure what to expect. He hadn't felt the strong presence in a while, but he also hadn't gotten himself into situations that woke it up. Like the bear... Tyranis had seen firsthand what he could in that state, and he hoped for the sake of whoever his opponent might be (and for his own sake) that it remained asleep.

Upon reaching the borders of Legion, Cloud waited quietly and at the ready as the first warriors of Legion started to appear. He eyed each of them, gauging their potential prowess. He wasn't the best fighter in the world but he knew his way around a fight. He noticed a lot of them wore armor and other things, some even had companions, too. He briefly glanced around for his own until he saw the Osprey circling overhead. Feeling nervous for his first raid, he practically kneaded the ground with his toes and waited for what was to come.

The Legion wolves were there in a flash and at there at the forefront was her favorite sugar baby. He spoke first and his words brought a dismissive grin to Valkyrie's lips. She quickly switched to a pretend pout. "You'd let a little thing like this break us up?" Valkyrie tsked and appeared saddened by the knowledge. "I'm disappointed, honestly. And you know what? A little hurt too. I thought what we had was special. A little tougher than this anyway."

"Well," she said in a stronger "moving on" voice. "That is just too damn bad, but I guess while we're both here..." Valkyrie slipped into a crouch and wiggled her browspots at Chaos. The gesture was largely hidden by the bear mask but surely he could infer her intentions using the rest of her demeanor. Valkyrie grinned wolfishly at Chaos and then launched herself at him. Her wolves knew why they were there so she felt no further need to explain herself to him or his wolves. They were there for a fight; that's all the Legion wolves needed to know.

She sought to slam the meaty exterior of her left shoulder into the meaty exterior of his right shoulder. With them - hopefully - shoulder to shoulder Valkyrie's goal was to then hook her left foreleg around his right foreleg and drag the teeth on the outside of her arm guard down his leg while yanking the limb towards her chest. The teeth in her arm guard were pretty inconspicuous so she was hoping the slash would be a nice little surprise in the otherwise mundane leg swipe 'n' shove combo.

Simultaneously Valkyrie twisted her head to her left and sought to sink her teeth into the front of his right knee. Her goal was to grab hold of the limb and yank it towards her chest. Everything was meant to work together; the bite, both yanks, the swipe, the shove with the ultimate goal being, over course, flipping him over and forcing him to submit.

Valkyrie versus Chaos for Dominance
Round 1 of ???
Age: 1yr+
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bear teeth armguards
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear skull helmet
Companion 1: Japanese Macaque, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Claws - Battle
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Berserker

Eisleif grinned like mad as the wolves of Legion gathered, they seemed similarly experienced and their numbers were nearly even with the wolves Hjarrandi brought with them. Though she was naked compared to her comrades that didn’t much matter. She enjoyed going skin to skin with another wolf. As their leaders spoke briefly she scouted her own target, finding her bright blue eyes lingering on the toothed monster that sidled up with Chaos.

He looked to be quite the formidable opponent but Eisleif was anything but scared. If she could bring him down she knew she’d feel the rush of victory for weeks after. Despite his age the boy was dangerous. Perfect. The viking mirrored Valkyrie’s position and as she raced towards Chaos Eis took off beside her, aiming for Tyrian and his huge form.

Eisleif was a bit smaller than he was, but not by a huge amount. Still she’d try to use that to her advantage and use speed to her advantage. The she wolf aimed to race towards him, not wanting to keep in close quarters the woman opened her jaws to bite down and tear at the right side of his neck as she tried to fly past him before he could retaliate.

Eisleif Finnvi vs Tyrian for Dominance
Round 1 of 2?
Age: 1+
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Hunter

The Legion wolves trickled in one by one and he grinned at the site of them. They looked fit and healthy and a number of them wore armor and had companions in tow. Good, he didn't want this to be too easy. The fanged leader of Legion and Valkyrie exchanged playful yet biting words before Valkyrie sprang into action. Éldi sized up the wolves, eyes falling on a large male who also bore fangs but alas Eisleif beat him to that target. Both sides had about the same number of members so there was no sense doubling up.

Éldi sought an experienced opponent and so his sights skipped over the yearlings and fell on a pale woman with a red face who looked to be in similar age to the leader. Odds are she'd been there for awhile and had extensive fight knowledge. His defenses set swiftly and he dove for the woman.

Éldi thrust his right shoulder forward, seeking to slam it into the woman's throat. At the same time he threw his chest forward seeking a fierce collision that would send the woman stumbling back and a rush of adrenaline through his own body. He was anxious for the battle, craving for it as his jaws opened wide and he attempted to arc his head down for the top of the woman's right shoulder, hoping the angle would not only give him greater leverage but also help protect his own throat.

Éldi Rudolfrson vs Ásvor for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Battle bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear skull helmet
Companion 1: Bobcat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Male - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty: Marauder

Valdís hid her relief as Chaos and other members of the pack arrived to back her up, but even as they arrived more invaders showed up until the sides were nearly evenly matched. Chaos gave them a chance to leave but they seemed intent to fight. Within minutes the leaders of each group were entangled in a vicious fight. Valdís eyed a sizable male who was compact and loaded with muscle. He looked to be a good challenge.

Valdís dove for him, her companions hanging back to asses the situation. With her spiked leather harness she sought to put the spikes on her shoulder to good use as she launched her right shoulder forward seeking to slam it into the crease between the man's right shoulder and chest. She wanted to tear ligaments and dislocate the limb. In addition she threw her jaws wide, seeking to twist her head to the left so that her jaws could reach around the man's throat right here his jaws met his neck.


Valdís Leika Thyre vs Dagfinn for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked harness
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet
Companion 1: Red Fox, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Female - Flying
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Tactician

Nerves were racing through Álarr's body, he felt his stomach start to turn and then in a span of minutes fights were breaking out all around him. "C'mon kid, let's get crackin'." He glanced at Afi and nodded. Ok, it was now or never. He sized up a black and white male who was several years older and decided he looked like a good opponent. Checking his defenses he dove in toward the strange male.

Motion made him feel more confident, his body moving into familiar patterns. His jaws dove down as he sought to latch hold of the left side of the man's face, upper fangs seeking to land above the mans eye while the lower fangs sought to hook around the left corner of the man's jaw. At the same time he sought to shove his chest and shoudlers forward in a body slam, seeking to use his momentum and greater size to make the other man stumble.

Álarr vs Cloudburst for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked shoulder harness
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet
Companion 1: Pallas Cat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Female - Flying
Mutation - Offensive: Kudu horns (small)
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Anatomist

Although the thrill of the fight was intoxicating, he quickly realized that they were surrounded on all sides. The sturdy male kept his eyes trained on Valkyrie's behind without blinking. If it was the last thing he saw before he died, that'd be just fine. The warrioress had honed in on whoever seemed to be the leader of the opposing group. Dag lowered his head and grunted, stabilizing himself after Valkyrie attacked. He worked better as an immovable object as opposed to a heat-seeking missile. The viking was rewarded by a startlingly accessorized female that appeared on the battlefield. He didn't have time to think before she shouldered her way into his body. The pain was sharp, sudden, and intense. It pulled a strange hiccuping yelp from his lungs as all the air rushed out of his body. Valdis' charge had staggered him and he could feel bone-deep bruising beginning to form. That was going to be... tender.

Her jaws sought his throat, but Dag had tucked his chin as close to he could to his chest. Her armor poked and prodded at him. "Gimme a kiss, yeah?" He hissed, snarling and angling his muzzle to try and snap his jaws around her upper muzzle in order to pin her mouth open and crush her face between his teeth.

Dagfinn ofláti Flindt vs Valdis for dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Healer