At mér skyldi kaupa

Frankly and unfortunately for Vidarr, there wasn't anything short of admitting he had been an asshole and immediately removing her and her family from the rank he'd shunted them into that would improve Tomie's feelings on him at this point. Okay his wife had been having kids, so what? Neither of them had been the ones who were supposed to be leading the last time they'd called for a raid. But it did reflect on him when the wolf he'd chosen to lead failed to follow through. Was it fair? No. But frankly she was just giving back what she felt she'd been given. Which hadn't been fair either. She trailed behind the group, the only thing driving a desire to fight being her soured opinion of the black man and wanting a goddamn excuse to just get her anger and frustration out.

She watched with narrowed eyes as the other warriors started their approach. Frankly she was beyond caring at this point what the whole ordeal was over too. She stepped across the border but did not set about trying to find and steal whatever fucking thing it was they were supposed to be stealing. She wanted a fight, she wanted an excuse to feel. Nothing else, the needs of the greater pack be damned. So once across the border Tomie stopped, staring stone faced out into the pack lands, daring anyone to approach her, give her a reason.

"Tomie"