if you're sexy then flaunt it

Though a consuming rage still bubbled beneath his skin, the logistics of a campaign intrigued him enough to distract him. He tilted his heavy head to one side and made himself sit though his body protested its need to go rip something apart. "Why do you want to attack in winter?" Despite his anger his tone was interested, ears pricked towards Valen in alert curiosity. "Since I'm assuming we will leave no one alive to follow us, leaving prints in the snow that would lead them back here is probably not a concern," he mused aloud. "Are they part of a slave network or independent operators?" A network of slavers might or might not take offense to one of their own groups being wiped out. Some would, but others might just see it as an opportunity to take over their operation without any resistance. Others might just be too cowardly to risk going after a clearly stronger group on the behalf of dead wolves. Honor was a rare sort of thing among that type, generally speaking, but it did exist, and might a group try to tail them? It was worth a thought. They'd need a strong base to return to, and without Imperium they didn't have that. His tail lashed restlessly as the melancholy of earlier sought to creep in through the rage at the thought, but he shut it firmly away with an internal snarl. "Who are you thinking to bring in on this d'you think?"