Their first raid had gone well. Quite well, as a matter of fact. Víðarr was rather pleased with it, and they'd come away with a fair number of sheep. Livestock that would do well to get them through the winter, and that would hopefully do them even better by providing them with lambs in the spring. They'd come away with a single ram and a handful of ewes-- enough to set them up for success. Still, the urge, the itch to raid again was creeping up on him. The viking king knew better than to begin to shake all the fragile alliances around him, though. He wouldn't see his fledgling pack, the one he'd worked so hard for, stamped out by angry locals. They would need to gather strength, buy time, and train. He considers his closest neighbors, and the pleasant talks he's had with Aslatiel. Though it felt like he was seeking her out rather a lot lately, this would be something mutually beneficial in Víðarr's eyes. They would both get a chance to hone their skills, and those of their warriors, while keeping things relaxed and low stakes. To the edge of the Rapids, the shadowy viking draws, tipping his head back to call for Valta's alpha. He had an offer for her. "Víðarr"

"Aslatiel" When one was alpha, there was always something to do. Now that Kotori was back, would Aslatiel just go back to being the packs hunter? It felt strange to her. On one hand, she was glad that Kotori had returned. On the other, the mantle of leadership fit her so well that it was difficult to give it up. It was as though she could feel the vestiges clinging to her blonde coat. And so, when the call rang out, she instinctively answered it. Moving towards the border, the impressive form of Vidarr came into view. He really was a handsome man and she appreciated his mannerisms. He was a quiet force. One didn't always have to be over the top to have that air of authority. "Vidarr," she greeted, giving the larger wolf a nod. "What can I do for you today, and how is Tove?" The colored woman had been on her mind since her departure.

Aslatiel didn't keep him waiting long. The viking king offered a warm smile, something not out of place on his rough hewn features. Though he was made of stone, something mirthful has brought him to life over the years. It's only the genuine feelings that shine through. His only poker face is one that's but the default, he can't manufacture emotion. "Tove is recovering, in her way." It's a diplomatic answer, though the tougher answer of the two questions. The star soaked creature was... well, she'd always done things in her own way. A recluse on her best days, sometimes it was tough to get a true read. So it went with her. Víðarr worried it would be the same cycle all over again, but then... maybe he could bring her purpose this time. Gods willing. "I wanted to ask for a raid for... practicing. Between my warriors and yours. I would be happy to place a wager-- luxury goods, a cache of mushrooms and alcohol, seal skins. Perhaps you would like to do the same." The viking king offered a pleasant tone in his words, his grasp of the common language had only improved in time. It wasn't perfect yet, but it was improving all the while. Víðarr's gaze was expectant, warm was he looked to the woman. It seemed like a friendly offer, at least in his eyes. It's a hope she'd take it in the same light. "Víðarr"