The pack gathered. Tyrian was on the verge of beginning when a face he hadn't expected appeared through the weeds. Ares Saxe, his long lost nephew, strolled onto the scene with a shit-eating grin. Tyrian fixed him with an unreadable look as he approached. The youth had just up and disappeared without a word, and now came back a mouthy man with a goodie bag. Tyrian looked over the things he'd brought; the appeasement offering his nephew was making. He considered it, considered the nephew, considered the family as a whole. And then he smirked and shook his head in defeat. "Gonna have to get you a nanny, are we, so you don't get lost again?" he teased before clapping his nephew on the back. "Sit down, will you, you're going to want to hear this." Bygones, and all that. They could talk later. He took a deep breath and addressed the crowd. "As some of you may know, Alarr and a friend of his were attacked unprovoked by Armada wolves who insisted afterwards that they had been trespassing. They were not." Tyrian motioned his brother over so they could see his dressing. "Now, it is my understanding they said afterwards that it was about sending a message and that's why it was done." He glanced at Alarr and then waved his paw dismissively while explaining, "I'm also sure they were thinking that message would say something like 'see what happens when you fuck with us' or 'see how strong we are' but that's not the message I received. Does blindsiding a man minding his own business sound strong to you? It doesn't to me. No, what I think happened is this: those poor fellows," he mockingly brought a paw to his chest as though touched by sympathy, "Those poor fellows forgot where their border was." There was a hint of mischief in Tyrian's expression but he did his best to keep it level. He slapped the side of the barrel and stood up. "Which is why we're going to help them out! It's the neighborly thing to do." Tyrian hopped down and motioned to the various bowls stacked helter skelter around the barrel. "Drink up everyone! We're going on a bear hunt and then we're going to Armada, to that border, and we're making sure it's marked so clearly those poor Armadans don't lose track of it again." "" OOC: There's no second round but feel free to post with questions or drinking, or questions and drinking w/e. I'll be organizing the hunts and stuff in discord. Basically it will be races to find the bears (in one thread or many) and then one or two hunts depending on the number of participants. The border thread will be made at the same time but IC set after the hunt(s) so this isn't drawn out too long. We can discuss who is going to the border and who is staying behind to guard the pack in discord as well.

Álarr drank his wine as the remaining Fireside wolves trickled into the meeting and soon it was time for it to commence. Tyrian got right to the point and as he glanced to Álarr while explaining the Armada had been sending a 'message' the horned male nodded. His expression had been mostly neutral during the meeting but as Tyrian continued and expressed his 'concerns' for those poor fellows Álarr couldn't help but grin and chuckle. Tyrian was good at that. He always seemed to know just what to say.

His ears perked up at the mention of a bear hunt and then a trip to the Armada border. He had a feeling he knew what his brother was getting at and he very much liked this idea. Wearing his own mischievous grin he tapped his bowl, claws clicking against the ceramic. "Hear! Hear!" With that Álarr emptied his bowl and got to his feet to assist in preparations.

He grinned toothily at his uncle's comment, but was glad and relieved that Tyrian had accepted him back. He hadn't meant to disappear for as long as he had. He had simply lost track of time and was hoping maybe he'd be able to find somewhere he'd fit in, but apparently, there was no other place like Fireside. And evidently, he had chosen the perfect time to return! Tyrian wasted no time in telling them what had happened between Alarr and the pack known as the Armada. Yeah, he knew who they were alright. He'd seen some of them around, spying on their borders, watching them come and go, and had been watching them for some time, along with a few other packs. It wasn't hard to sneak around when his more earthy toned pelt blended better than Jupiter's blue or some of his more flashier relatives. Ares was so nonchalant and casual about shit, he was hardly suspect. But he knew how to worm his way out of situations and silver-tongue his way out of trouble. Plus his lack of pack scent helped tremendously. So that was a plus.

"Sign me up!" He exclaimed as he opted to partake in the drinking. Maybe he could show he was dedicated by helping out with this. It was a start, right? He couldn't wait, and was eager to start some shit with the shit starters!

"Speech"

Vague amusement flickered in her eyes. Her age had softened her slightly, and while she didn't have the same penchant for chaos that the younger pack members might, she regarded this idea with the same sort of mild interest that might be elicited from a much tamer activity - like a long walk on the beach. Despite her age she would happily participate in some mild shit-stirring. At the very least it'd be entertaining, if nothing else. She'd skip the drink - maybe it'd help loosen her joints up before their little adventure, but alcohol wasn't really her substance of choice. She'd rather be clear-minded during these escapades anyway. She gave Valdis a little nudge, wondering if she was up for it or if she thought staying home and resting was a better idea for herself.