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"Aaarrgghh!! Let's go Knut! It's time!" He shouted as he followed the raiding party out into the night. The little warrior was ready and eager for battle! He followed among them, short legs keeping pace with his longer-legged packmates. Amber gaze blazed with the light of a prospective fight! Would this pack give them one? The borders drew closer, and as Vidarr led the charge through, the other wolves began to appear. He paused, armor rattling as he waited for Vidarr's response. Though from what he knew so far, he was sure they were going to press onward. "Oi! Yer not afraid of a wee fight, are ye!?" He barked, followed by a hearty laugh. He wanted to fight, dammit!