Dægmar was late, no surprise. She was noticeably rounder and dealing with the fact that she was once again pregnant and she knew she was going to catch hell for it but whatever. The mottled wraith strolled confidently into the gathering of wolves, moving to sit down next to Hati. It would be interesting to see Valentine in action in the role of alpha. She hadn't seen much of the young male since joining Imperium. Dægmar laughed at Hati's comment. "That my dear Hati, is a radioactive salad monster, she tastes terrible though." Dægmar chuckled to herself before turning her attention back to Valen. She knew better than to try and hold back Hati, if he wanted to dig at Dione she'd let him. He was a big boy and could take care of himself though whenever Hati fought wolves tended to lose pieces.
