Let's Begin (YFIR)

One of the first to arrive, he would settle close to Katja's side. His reptilian companion would unwind herself slightly from his leg, peeking out at the others that trailed in, hissing in slight distaste - at nothing in particular. Hypnos was quick to find his side, and a cheeky grin would be offered to his self-professed protege, though he had an air of rare seriousness about him. The rest were largely unfamiliar to him. Kassander he had seen multiple times - and of course he knew his nephew, but the rest were merely strangers that lived in the same pack as him. Perhaps that ought to change. But then again, what brought wolves together better than a raid?

He stretched his limbs slightly as Katja began to speak, confirming what he had already suspected. He knew little of the packs of Alacritia - perhaps for good reason. He could be fine leader in battle, but diplomacy was not his strong suit, and he knew it was better if he was kept largely away from packs, if not for his own sake than for the sake of Yfir as a whole. "A pack untrained in battle, who sit upon lands brimming with food?" he would muse over their words, his ears pricking attentively. For once, the mania was absent from his tones, a rare focus shining in his eyes as he considered. Still, he wore a grin that seemed unshakeable, and his tail twitched behind him in excitement at the impending raid.  "Certainly a better target than our northern neighbor, if it is food we seek."