if you're sexy then flaunt it

Chaos grinned at Valentine's purported reason for attacking in winter. Ok yeah, waiting until spring, while it wouldn't necessarily matter in the long run if they delayed their vengeance, certainly didn't to appeal to him either. Or would it matter? He frowned suddenly. "Is there any possibility that they might be followed?" Certainly nothing was impossible, and if they had been followed... the slavers could already be looking for them here. Even if they killed every single slaver still left in whatever band or pack they called home, there could already be a war party on their way here, biding their time to recapture their escaped slaves when the Imperialis family was gone. Or to return to warn the slavers of the impending attack, so that they would arrive there to find that the rats had already abandoned ship. Chaos sent a grim glance towards Rhythm's old den, where he was sure she'd set up shop again. "Whenever you are ready to go, I will be right beside you. I'll let Ares know - I've been training him and his sister since Leto brought them to me, but Lyra's not around right now. She's off 'finding herself,' whatever that means." He was quiet a beat, thinking about who else was still around, but there weren't many Imperium wolves left. "I'll see what I can do about getting the old crew back together," he promised with a fierce nod. "We were all getting too lazy anyway, we could use a good old fashioned slaughter to liven things up again."