Feed Into The Mayhem

Kai was beyond ready for these raids to begin. Participate in two raids and he'd officially earn his freedom, or so Acere said. While Kai wasn't the most trusting of wolves - far from it, really - he had no reason to doubt Acere's promise to him. Though part of him had wanted to flee from the moment he'd been guided here, really Winterfell hadn't been too bad, though admitting that even to himself felt like a weird form of defeat in a way. Leaving here without any bad blood sounded more ideal than the first option, as much as he loathed belonging to a pack at all. After Winterfell he had a feeling it would feel as though life was beginning anew - and he wondered what kind of life that would be, though already vowed to himself to stay out of the messes of others. No helping, no being lured into traps, and certainly no more indentured servitude. He'd gnaw off his own paws before that became his fate again, he'd decided.

But for now? Apparently some training was in order. As if I need training, Kai thought to himself, fighting a scoff as he headed toward the old ship that marked one of Winterfell's lands. He wasn't a fighter by trade, not really, but he had no qualms against fighting when he needed.. and he doubted training would really do anything for him. Either way he'd see what Acere had in store for them today. At the very least, it'd be mildly entertaining.. right? He hoped as much. The oversized male let out a huff as he moved toward the others that had gathered, coming to a halt and flopping onto his haunches dramatically, away from the rest of the wolves here.