we do not sow [raid meeting]

"Aye aye!" Dag shouted in agreement. It was about time they returned to their traditional way of life. He missed the way his blood pumped hot and quick during the mess of a raid. The vikings were efficient but they certainly didn't play cleanly. The thickly furred male was itching for a good tumble, although the idea of a simple hunt waiting at the other end of a tussle wasn't all that exciting to him. "Will we summer there, after we win?" He inquired, eyes narrowing slightly. "Oasis" sounded... uncomfortably warm. Dagfinn wasn't looking forward to another hot, steamy summer. Was it so much to ask that they settle down in the brisk north for a bit? Maybe take down some seals. Oh, their fat was so succulent and good.