Pre-Party Rumble [Valhallan Fighters]

Dómari busied himself running patrols. It was amazing how easy it was to fall into old routines, routines he hadn't practiced in years. The patrolling also gave him a chance to see where prey were moving in and out of the territory. He made a note to hold a hunt at some point. He wanted to get to know his fellow hunters and sharpen his terribly rusty skills. Maybe one of the more experienced hunters could give him a lesson or two.

He heard high-pitched squealing and turned to glare at the foxes who were settling another argument. Lynvarr was successful in putting a stop to Áskell's nonsense it seemed. "Would you two cut it out?" Lyn glanced at him, head cocked as if to say Áskell had started it. Well, he probably had. Dómari opened his mouth to comment when Aurielle's call rang out. "C'mon you two, and please try to stay out of trouble."

"I am an absolute angel, Dommy!" Áskell pulled along side his left while Lynvarr took his right and the trio joined the small gathering. Dómari took his seat while the foxes settled in beside him.