Raid meeting, due 3/11. If we have 10 people in sooner, we can start sooner <3

Summer had tipped over into autumn, and the viking king carried on despite the heaviness in his chest. He had to keep his shit together, they were relying on him. He had to keep up with the preparations, with training his fighters, with all of the... all of the other things. The day to day. It was with Tenshi's keen assistance that they'd crafted the plan, and he was pleased with it in the end.

As he has before, the viking king stoked the fires at the base of the mountain and called for his warriors. Though he looks and feels a bit older than he did the last time around, he calls for them. Excited, keen on what was to come, Víðarr is looking forward to it. Maybe it would help the others, as well. Some extra unity, when they could really use it. He'd be happy to see them all, gathered before him, soon.
"Víðarr"

She had been denied the chance at a fight during their last raid, and she would not be slighted like that again! The moment Brida heard Vidarr's call, she halted her practice with Gimli and without a word to him, she bolted to where he waited like a bat out of hell. Was she perhaps too eager? Overenthusiastic maybe? Perhaps. But did it matter? She was itching for battle and she had been denied that in the last go. Not this time! She thought as she made haste. She would be the first to arrive, a wild grin splitting her maw as she sauntered in, fur bristling in anticipation and excitement. "I will not be denied the chance at a fight this time!" She exclaimed as she took a seat, though she felt much too excited and wanted to get going already! "Brida"

Úflr continued to tend to his mead storage, making sure the sweet drink was fermenting properly. It had become something of a hobby. His only hobby not related to hunting, for he had been working on stripping and drying sinew as well as making hide glue for the other crafters in the pack. As fall came into the mountains his focus had shifted to hunting, taking advantage of the ruts to maximize his kills.

Úlfr was finishing his scouting when he heard Víðarr call the pack together for a raid. Grinning, he shifted course to arrive before the fires of the meeting place. Brida was already there and he dipped his head in greeting to both of them before settling down. "Should you need another body, count my skills at your disposal."

Vidarr goes on to call for the pack as Tenshi hangs back for a few moments. Ensuring that the pups are all packed up and ready to go, she leaves Lumine in charge this time for her reindeer companions to pull the cart loaded full of her very large siblings. Once they're settled, yipping and howling to the gods above, Tenshi makes her way to the meeting. Coming to sit neatly beside Vidarr, she leans over to press her nose against his shoulder for both comfort and support. "Everything, including excited puppies, are all ready to go," she murmurs quietly to him before leaning away to look at the gathered group.

"Speech"

Since Strai had been sent on some secret mission ordered by Vidarr, Delphi had been feeling lost. Though visiting Spider had helped, she had been trying to avoid the mountain. Since the loss of her mother, the light had gone from her eyes. While her father was still around and more than helpful in dealing with the grief, she couldn't help but feel... troubled. A fury stirred in her that begged to be released. Delphi needed to shed blood and was more than happy when Vidarr called for a raid meeting.

Wasting no time, the imp of a girl approached group. Staying off to the side, she plops down until she's laying on her side. Looking to Vidarr, she nods to the man before laying her head down on the ground. Closing her eyes, it appears that she might fall asleep. Whatever was said didn't matter to her. All Vidarr needed to do was point her in the direction and she was sure to find someone to rip apart.

The call of their father was loud and clarion, summoning all of Heiðinn to a meeting. And well, he was technically part of the "all" too! So off Hallvarðr ran, scampering down the winding mountain paths towards the meeting point to rendezvous with his sire and the rest of his family. His father had been so sullen as of late, ever since his trip down to the Hallows. Hal didn't know exactly what had happened at the southern pack, but it had been bad enough to make his usually austere father come back looking like he'd witnessed the death of a god. Maybe whatever this meeting was about would help cheer up his sire! At two seasons old, Hal stood at about half his adult height, still bearing plenty of puppy chub but making it increasingly obvious that he would be a large and stocky boy that would match his sire's genes as he grew.

Riding down in the reindeer-pulled sleigh to the meeting, Hal saw his father gathered already, as well as several other members of Heiðinn. The boy beat his large paws anxiously against the railing of the sled, unable to contain himself as they pulled up. Without waiting for permission, Hal jumped out as soon as the sled came to a halt, eager to go sit next to his parents to listen in to what was to be said, bushy tail all a-wag with excitement. "Who're we killing, Pappa?" asked the excited lad, ready to watch some blood be shed with a wide toothy grin.

Vidarr had caught wind of a ram, and sent Strai to hunt it down and add it to their stock. Something about fresh bloodlines, and the importance of adding to it for the longevity of their flock. Chasing down rumours had been time consuming, and catching the creature alive had been no easy feet either.

But at long last, Strai returned to the pack, pulling the ram on a lead behind him. He wrestled it into an empty pen just as Vidarr called for a pack meeting. Strai was close to gaining a proper rank for himself. He was sure of it.

He headed to the meeting point, his eyes landing immediately on Delphi as he made his way directly to her side. He sat down beside her with a barely audible groan. Home at last.


"Speech"

Maki was feeling a little better, or at least that's what she told herself. Playing pretend and imagining came easy to her, so it wasn't so hard to arrive a little late on the scene without dragging her feet too hard. These days, her fantasies were more alluring than ever, she loved the idea of having a strong shoulder to lean on, someone who would just make her forget it all. Maybe someone older and experienced who knew what she'd been through, knew how to handle the pain and hurt, when to her it felt like she couldn't hold it properly, like it kept spilling out.

Coming to sit amongst the gathered group, she watched as Delphi's boyfriend came to sit next to her. She wanted something like that too, felt a stirring of...negativity in her chest, didn't realise it was jealously.

If Viðarr wanted her to fight, she would, not that she was any good at it yet.

Unagi has never been on a raid before but fighting is in her blood so, when her grandfather summons the pack together to go raid, the girl is more than willing to go. Racing down to the base of the mountain, the monochrome youth finds that several wolves have already beaten her there, including her sisters Delphi and Maki.

Shooting them both a toothy grin, she trots up to where Maki sits and plops her big butt down beside her, jostling her splotchy sibling as she goes. Fidgeting with excitement, she looks to grandpa and offers him a huge grin, eager to prove her worth as a fighter while, in her heart, she declares that she would win her fights for her lost mother and try to make her proud.


"Hattori-Klein Unagi"

Kuroki hadn't been back here in what felt like forever. He kept expecting to see Cel just there, or at least signs of her presence. He huffed, not particularly interested in whatever the old man wanted to talk about today- no offence. He arrived late on the scene, the last by the looks of it and quickly caught sight of his children, he'd always tried to be a good dad- better than Hattori had been- but he didn't even know where to start with this.

Eh whatever, one day at a time.

"Lets just get this over with." He muttered, more to himself than anyone else as he entered the meeting proper. Came to sit next to Maki and Unagi, his paw hooking over Maki's shoulder as he gave her a reassuring rub. She'd taken it hard, they all had honestly.

Grief. He could see it on their faces, reflected as plainly as it was on his own heart. Not all of them, but enough of them. There's warmth, knowing, in his expression as they all draw near. Scooping his son up with a gentle paw, chuckling to himself, setting his chin on his wife's shoulder as they all gather near.

"No killing today," a chuckle in Víðarr's tone. "This season has been... much. For many of us. We are going to the Hallows to raid their liquor cabinets and wine stores." It's an announcement that comes with a light smile. From what he understands, their wine is second to none, and what better time?

"I do not want to see gratuitous use of force, this time around." It's a drill, not that either pack would be warned ahead of time. He'd be happy to return the favor later. Checking in with a last glance around the gathered raiders, the viking king is more than happy to set out.

"Víðarr"