Feed Into The Mayhem

Kirsi wasn't quite sure her own ambitions had been set high enough. It was easy to tell herself she was still settling in, though it'd been seasons now since she and Song had joined Winterfell.. though the volcano's eruption seemed to have been a culprit to some amount of lost time, even if they hadn't been affected very harshly so far in the north. Even still it had caused life to come to a sort of standstill. It was the kind of lull she wasn't complaining about, not after how her life had been upturned before joining the pack, and settling in with Song had been far from unpleasant.

But it was time for action, and the seriousness of Acere's call reminded her of that. They'd been raiding soon, and she needed to be prepared. Maybe even just some longer treks, away from Winterfell's borders, would allow her to tone herself to the point where she felt ready for a real fight - and maybe another trip to the Battlefield was in order. Ears swiveled toward his call, curious as to what he had in store, and nimble paws carried her to the ship and those that had gathered. Instantly her attention drifted to Song and she moved to sit alongside him, offering him a faint smile, though her attention fluidly snapped to Acere.