Invocation

Though he had perhaps been defeated, he had by no means lost. He had bled for the gods and he had no qualms in suffering for them again, no matter who the victor. It was Yfir that had truly won this battle, despite the outcome - for they had doubtlessly made Tyr proud tonight. His injuries were small this time, thankfully, and despite the lacerations that lined his muzzle he moved with an undeniable excitement to his step. Though exhausted as he ought to be, he knew the night was far from over. Rest was far in the distance.

A grin adorned his lips as Katja gestured for him to join her, and he willingly complied. "They have," he agreed with a soft chuckle, and though the fatigue was audible in his voice, he would make no move to stop. Once they reached their home territory, it was time for celebration, not to heal. Not yet. "They will make fine warriors. Especially Laufey," he nodded solemnly. It would be a perfect time to adopt the adult into their family, once they returned home, as Jaeger had never done. His mind strayed as she moved away, his steps remaining steady through their travels.

The pack would disperse as they returned home. Kaprasíus was quick to retreat to his den, retrieving a bundle of strange herbs that would certainly be enough to relax even the most wounded of the group. He found a spot to rest, if but for a moment, before he heart Katja's call ring over the land. He was quick to respond to it, grasping the bundle of herbs between his jaws, making his way to the gathering. Already Kassander had arrived, with his companion in tow, and a curious eye would be cast upon him as he approached with a weary grin. "What do we have here?" he asked, his voice muffled as he eyed the containers with interest, though his attention shifted quickly to the impressive kill that Katja had conjured up. This, he told himself silently, was going to be a blót to remember.