It was on. He had shoved aside all feelings of doubt, all worries of self loathing and wondering what Mystic would think. Right now there was only one thought; participate. The raid was set against Threar, the pack he had helped voice his choice as a prime target for the raid. They were plentiful with food, something the North lacked quite a bit. But that was fine... He was willing, he was ready to take this challenge. This next step in becoming a viking. He could not let his emotions control him at this point. He had to do, had to be, rather than wonder. Now was the time for action.
He would follow Katja into the territory knowing full well what was to come when they crossed into it. He'd breathe in, his eyes narrowing sharply. He'd snake out off to the side, his tail flagged out like a banner behind him. His mind was set, gaze scanning the territory.
It would not take long for the natural resistance to show.
Hypnos would let a bit of a smirk crawl onto his face, gaze passing over the scarred female to the boy and his father. Well now... so far not many had showed. But regardless how many dared to show their faces it would be Yfir that won. Hypnos would give a small snort, gaze sliding to Katja. All she needed to do was say the word.