horrible

Éldi was finally starting to heal up from his injuries at the tournament. There were a few wounds that were still pink and raw and he wouldn't be surprised if a few of the scarred over. That was alright. He was never meant to be some unscarred babe, he expected life and battle to leave lasting marks upon his flesh. With spring in nearly full swing he was anxious to test his skills at the battlefield. Soon it would be time for Hjarrandi to choose a target to raid and he wanted to be prepared. This was no time to grow fat while spending his days devouring young game. His companions trailed along after him.

As the challenge rang out he made a beeline for the source of the call to see a gathering of wolves, a number of them he recognized from the earlier challenge. He couldn't say he was terribly surprised, especially after seeing how angry the piebald male had been. He swiftly sat to watch, keeping to himself and away from the others. This was purely information gathering. He needed to know who was an available target. If a pack switched hands that was worth knowing. And who knew, maybe Valkyrie would seek to christen a new pack with a good and proper dose of battle.