All About the Aesthetic

Aesir scoffed in a mockery of defensive scorn. "You wound me, Valkyrie! I'll have you know I've found many things in my travels, but my sense of humor is not one of them. That has been a near and dear companion for much longer." He waggled a paw. How else should he try to explain his continued perseverance trudging through the mounds of bullshit that had been shoveled into his path so far. But he could hardly expect other wolves to really understand the fine-tuned masterpiece that was his inner working, so Aesir would consent to let it slide for now.

Valkyrie asserted that she was certain the local packs were a bit soft in the belly, at least compared to the warriors of home. It was a thrilling prospect, but her reply created more questions than it answered. In his mind, Aesir would have liked to know the locations of these packs and the names of their leaders, descriptions of the lands they held sway over and intel on the wolves in their command before he would feel remotely comfortable devising any sort of real strategies. For now though, the lure of more to come was more than enough to hook his attention.

Aesir's blood began to warm, simmering beneath his winter coat. He did not think of it as battlelust necessarily, but it was something close. Few things stimulated him half so well as a potential conquest. "That is why I'm putting together a band to stir things up," Valkyrie summarized. Aesir smiled genuinely, uninhibited by even the faintest hint of snark. "Are you now? Well, that does sound interesting." Aesir wasn't sure how he felt at first, being led by a wolf so young and potentially inexperienced. He himself had just recently come into maturity, but even that didn't mean much in the face of considering a yearling as a potential leader.

But.. he knew Valkyrie. She was capable, and came from a line of very capable wolves. If there really were exceptions to every rule, it seemed reasonable that she would qualify. He hummed. "I won't lie, the possibility is... tantalizing. All the same, I'm afraid I'll need more than that. You talk like you've already got this merry band half assembled. I hope I'm not the only sucker you've tried to cajole so far?" His mind spun. If he told Halvar and Kvasir that Valkyrie Finnvi was calling for able-bodied warriors, he was certain they would feel similarly to himself. Following the young spitfire didn't seem likely to lead them in a bad direction, but all the talk of honor and glory remained to be seen. Aesir waited, hoping Valkyrie would say something to make him more assured in his potential investment.

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