Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

Chaos had given his pack permission to head over to the Valhalla festival, and had taken the time to decide on a spot a short distance away for the pack to camp together. The pups were given stern orders to stay with a Legion adult while they were away from camp - the viking market may have been profitable for Legion but it was a stark reminder of the dangers of pups being out of pack lands. The adults were told that everyone was expected to be on their best behavior at all times - the reputation of Legion was on their shoulders and they were to act accordingly. If a fight started he told them it better be for a great reason and he would expect the Legion wolves to acquit themselves well in it. He was sure several of his wolves had brought things they'd crafted to trade for things, and he himself - mindful of the last market - had thrown a sack of some of the more tradeworthy treasures of the barrows. Jewelry, mostly - things that could be readily used by a wolf without needing to be modified. He would trade it for things the pack as a whole would need, but he would allow the pack to choose out pieces to trade for more personal items within reason too, particularly anything designed to outfit the wolf in a fight. He didn't intend for Legion to remain idle much longer, and he was of a mind to start offering Legion's services as mercenaries. It had worked for Imperium, after all, when they'd smashed Hellstrom for Abaven.

He meandered into the gathering, casting a glance over it with an eye towards spotting Legion members and keeping track of the pups' whereabouts, then turned a lazy grin on the wolf who called and paused, raising a brow. Well, holy hell, which one of his siblings had popped this one out? Whoever it was, he was glad they hadn't given her the family name, because in addition to the fangs and shimmering color that might have marked her as one of Cascade Saxe and Valentine Imperialis' descendents she had... a horse mane or something, and ridiculously long fur on her tail too. No, no, no way any of his siblings had produced her, none of them had thrown an all-white pup except Ashmedai's Talon, and he was an albino and this Aurielle wasn't. He worriedly half-glanced around before he stopped himself, concerned for a moment that someone was going to compare the two of them and his hordes of color-changing, mutated younger siblings and nieces and nephews, and come up with the idea somehow that she was one of them. After all, it had been his first thought. Maybe he was just sensitive from the recent threats to his family's rep, but man he hoped she wasn't one of their blood. His line might be far from normal, with the fangs and claws that tended to crop up, but at least their mutations were the useful sort rather than... whatever you'd consider yards of extra hair.

He gave himself a shake and flopped his haunches on the ground. He hadn't brought any of his younger siblings himself this time, wanting to keep an eye on the pack as a whole instead of chasing after kids, so he needed to be doing that instead of getting distracted by family issues.