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The challenging howl from the borders made her head pop up from what she was doing, a little grin pulling at her lips as she rushed to grab her armor and dagger just as her husband's summoning howl cut through the air. While she hadn't known the specifics, Art had mentioned in passing a while back about the potential raid that he had been working out with Víðarr's pack. For the most part she considered herself nearly a pacifist, always preferring to talk out an issue rather than have it come to blows, but when the fight was in good fun and she knew no real harm should come of it she couldn't help but let a bit of her Fatalis genes come through in her excitement for the coming fight.

She quickly made her way to Art's side, joining in with their fighters as they went to meet their opponents. There was a good number of their children that had sprung into action and she was proud to see them all there–and amazed that they were now old enough to stand on their own in a raid like this. With their guidelines given, they charged toward the plains to meet the Heidinn wolves. Unsurprisingly, Artorias went right for Víðarr so Briar turned her gaze toward the male that was following close behind the opposing alpha. She and the lightly colored man coated with shades of tan, cream, and gray looked like he might match her perfectly in hight even though he was slightly stockier in build. With a grin she bounded right for him, keeping light on her feet as she dodged to the man's left with a graceful leap and lunged in to try and jab the point of her left shoulder into the man's ribs. It was a bit disappointing that she wouldn't be using her dagger today since she hadn't had a reason to use it since it was given to her, but she'd respect her husband's wishes and keep it sheathed for now unless the raiders tried to use more force than they expected.

"Briar Carpathius"