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He would enter late, but enter nonetheless. Silently, he would fall in line beside his wife, his silhouette pushing beside hers as his head nuzzled the size of her neck and his attention was paid to those around him. Especially Chrysanthe, and her new Husband, Gideon. Collision didn't know much about the man, at all. And he had to wonder how serious he was about his position, about leading. He seemed passionless, and yet, that was not the Adravendi's call to make. Non, it was the job of his eldest sister. Hopefully, a good call would be made.

the information would be given, and Collision fought the urge to roll his eyes. When he had come and said that war was potentially arising, he had been given anarchy. They had turned from him, berated him, and made him throw away his position. One that he had greatly cared about. A sigh fluttered free of his inky lips and the canine watched with more interest as things carried on. There was no time to fight the favoritism, he would have to see where things were going. Upon Liberty standing up and speaking out Collision would merely stand where once he was seated and speak to her, "In youth we all make mistakes. Leaving Valhalla would be the worst one for you to make, it would practically be us handing you over to Isardis. I realize I hold no authority here any longer, and so I hope you'll all just ride with the fact I did once lead us while I say this, but: Liberty, perhaps you should restrain yourself to Valhalla. If he's so hellbent in fighting for you, and taking you, he might not be opposed to more...forceful things. At least here you can be protected,"

Strategy, oh they needed war strategy, and it wasn't a hard thing to come up with, but every single male in the planet woul jump at the chance to go with Chrysanthe, someone had to stay with the healers an such, "Chrysanthe, I'll stay with the youth of the pack, and also with anyone else staying. I would like a few other warriors to step-up and stay here. Wars aren't always on the battle front. If he plans on snaking his way around to take someone, I'd like to be able to be here. I would take a runner with you to run back here in case things go south. We can separate into three teams. Yours and a few warriors to go meet Isardis, myself, a few warriors, pups, and anyone who wants out of th way, and then the final group just of healers and a warrior or two. They can be available if you need them. If something happens, I'll take everyone to Seracia," Speaking of Seracia...O Epiphron...what if...what if Isardis wanted her next? All of a sudden he wanted his sister home more than anything.