Quiet is the Night

The fight had clearly ended, and the viking alpha was the one who stood victorious. She stared at the male, gaze fierce with battle. "Your foolish actions have earned you nothing, boy. You belong to Yfir, a slave until you either earn your freedom or you die." Her attention shifted to the others, finally focusing on the secondary fight occurring, Laufey and Vereux driving off the nursing female, Laufey leaving her a mark to remember her mistake. "Good," she said to them simply. It was good to see the wolves of her pack taking their responsibilities seriously. "Vereux, make certain she leaves our borders if you would." Laufey appeared to have taken the brunt of the fight - the boy could handle himself, but she would allow him a moment to recover himself. "Come, thrall," she commanded the slave as she trotted further into their territory. He would follow, or he would get his first taste of discipline as a thrall.