Oooh this was going to be good! Einarr would move, stalking after the group of Imperium wolves as they made their way toward Abaven. The promise of war was in the air, and the young man, now two years old, was looking forward to it. While he was hardly a saint himself, he looked forward to getting rid of these problematic wolves for the sake of his leader. Valentine was a man who had definitely earned the tall brute’s respect. So for him Einarr would fight, without any doubt or hesitation.
Upon arrival he would see a gathering of Abaven wolves, as well as his fellow Imperium members. Mercy was there -- despite their... Differences... The brute liked her. She had a fire to her. Not that he was interested in her more than a packmate, but still, he had to admit more women like her could do all the packs of Alacritia a lot of good. Eyes would slide to Valentine, waiting for the orders to move out. He was ready to go.