our altar is the battlefields

This is all fairly new to Dominus. Sure, the raiding, the fighting... he knows of it. He knows how these things are supposed to work, but it brings to mind that they were rather sheltered. Instead, the violence would be his. Maybe it's a chance to flush the anger from his system. Raiding, it does a boy good. With a pang, he misses his father. Biting the feelings down, Dominus draws to his full height and approaches the gathering group.

Their numbers were small, smaller than the packs he knew. Would raiding really prove worth it? Then, it seemed like Björn had a plan. He must... right? Carefully taking a seat, gaze cast about for Lumine before returning to the antlered boy at their helm. Dom remains quiet. Waiting. Watching.

"Dominus"