jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse [raid meeting]

And that was that. Their target was chosen and Ásvor had no complaints. They'd raid Pestilence's former pack, and as Tyrian explained they'd be going for their food stores rather than more frivolous things like pelts. She nodded in agreement, glancing sideways to discern her wife's reaction. She didn't hesitate to speak up and offer herself as a raider if she was needed, and for the first time in her life Ásvor was torn. Valdís fighting alongside her had once been of utmost importance but now that Ulfr was in the picture, the thought of leaving him home without at least one of them to defend the borders didn't sit well with her. Not that he couldn't take care of himself - she was more than confident in his self-sufficiency, but there was always the slight chance that they both become critically injured in battle, leaving him not without one parent, but two. That thought was a painful one, and one she never expected to face. "I'd like to join the raiding party," Ásvor offered after a moment of thought, "Though I'd prefer Valdís stay home to defend our borders, if you see fit." She spoke to Tyrian as she glanced his way, though looked back to Valdís, hoping she understood her plea. For Ulfr.