Pre-Party Rumble [Valhallan Fighters]

The pack filtered in, and he smiled gently at each wolf, reaching to offer Viviane a gentle, encouraging nudge with his large muzzle before all were settled and his daughter began speaking. As she spoke, he glanced through the wolves gathered, assessing as she did their reactions. After being an alpha for so long it was still an ingrained habit to assess his packmates as a leader might.

As his daughter prompted him, he rose and leapt to the boulder, mentally grunting at the creak of his joints as he turned and sat, facing the gathered War Circle, watching them with fathomless sapphire eyes as he began, voice rumbling softly, but carryingly over their ears.

“A raid can come at any hour. Night, morning, evening, full daylight. This may all be obvious, but it is worth repeating. A raiding party will do their best to choose a time that is least advantageous for their target. Secondly, never get too focused on your opponent. Keep aware of your surroundings and the fights around you. Raids are hectic, confusing. You may be ganged up on by multiple wolves from the opposing side. Never underestimate your opponent, or your target.”

He paused, then went on after a moment to let the information seep in, “If you see one of your packmates engaged with multiple opponents on their own, and you can assist them, do so. We are a pack, not individuals who only care for ourselves. We stand together, or we fall.”

He turned his eyes to Domari, Justice, and Paladin, brows lifted as he added, “There is much to learn, but each of us will have something to add, I’m sure.”

His muzzle dipped as he dropped from the boulder and returned to his spot by Paladin as the slim Ancora healer took the boulder.