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Víðarr had chosen his target. He'd picked the first victim. There was no mistaking that they were going to make their mark on society here. Striking fast, striking hard, they would put everyone else on notice. Not only that, winter was coming soon. It was important that they be stocked well with supplies. He'd chosen a pack nearby with plenty of livestock, which they'd ideally take back unharmed to begin their own flock.

At the base of the mountain, he began the preparation work. Lighting a fire in the pit, stoking it well. Whispers to the gods, asking for their blessing on the flames, on him. A man of his faith, he would have their guidance as well. Excitement coursed through his system, taking him over. By the gods, he was alive with it. Incredibly, gloriously alive. A glimmer in his pale gaze, the man let go his call for warriors. It was time to see what they were made of.

"Speech"

If Róta seemed a little surly, those guessing wouldn't be off the mark at all. She had even sobered up for this, curse her brother. But it had been too long and it was time to blow the cobwebs out of her joints and get back to what she was born to do. She didn't leave much stock in the gods after what they had done to her, but she tipped some mead on the flames for her brothers sake if nothing else before taking a swig to at least try and get herself a little buzzed in honor of what was to come. She stretched until her bones popped, shaking out her limbs. It was time.

“Speech”

Her head rose at the sound of Vidarr's call. She was eager to see where this man would take them, and only time would tell if he was worth following. He seemed promising, however, and if this promise for a raid was anything to go by, Brida was sure she would enjoy living among the group here. It had been too long since she had lived in a pack. Since the separation of the Imperialis family and Valentine's disappearance, Brida was looking for a new namesake. A new destiny. And in this new life, she had a feeling she'd find it. She wasted no time in making her way to Vidarr's call, cobalt gaze finding him and one other seated near a fire. She approached with a grin plastered to her face, her gaze lit with a burning fire and her heart pounding in excitement. This would be her first raid, and it was an understatement to say she was excited as hell. "Who gets the first taste of tooth and claw!?" "Brida"

With his mead fermenting nicely along, Úlfr had turned his attention to sharpening his hunting and fighting skills and apparently not a moment too soon. A call came for the warriors of the pack and though his primary task was hunting he was a warrior all the same, eager to lend his skills and battle and eager for any upcoming raids. Úlfr left his makeshift ale house and headed toward the meeting, soon joined by his ravens. A number of his pack mates were already gathered and he dipped his head in respectful greeting before settling down to listen. His ravens perched on a branch above his head, the flames reflecting eerily in their glassy, black eyes.

That call was unmistakable. They were going raiding!? His paws nearly tippy tapped with delight! The shaggy dwarf chugged down the rest of his mead, sloppily wiped his lips and made his way to Vidarr's call! Knut followed faithfully at his side, the tails of both creatures waving in the air with eager energy. Gimli had raided with random bands here and there, but the last time he had been in a raid with a pack was during his early days in Ashen. As far as he was aware, that pack did very little these days. But this pack? This one seemed promising, and already he knew he fit right in with his new brethren. Amber gaze was lit with a blazing fire as he arrived at the small gathering, a bellow of excitement erupting from his short and stout form. "Waaah!! Who do I get t' pummel, hm!?" "Gimli"||"Knut"

She would not be the woman that trailed behind her man's every step. Instead, she would remain busy. Hurrying along to do what she could for Heidinn. Training, building, collecting wood, finding a good place for a garden. Ultimately, the Stone Steppe would remain her place to linger most days when she isn't up on the mountain slopes. There is much to do if she wants to build a larder full of supplies. It is there that she is moving dirt and stones to be made into garden beds when his call rings out. Tenshi would know that howl anywhere. Wasting no time, Tenshi makes her way up the mountain. A smile braces her face when she sees the others who have already gathered. Making sure to nod politely at Gimli, Ulfr, and Brida, she even brushes her shoulder against Rota as she passes. Once more she makes a mental note to spend more time with Rota. Tenshi then goes to sit beside Vidarr, close but not close enough that they touch. Instead, she enjoys the tension and electricity that wavers between them. Glancing at him from the corner of her eye, she sits up tall and smiles softly.

Tomie wasn't a warrior technically. But they'd been told to work their way into the black man's good graces. He could chase her away from the meeting if he wanted but then she'd know she'd been right to not trust the man. Work her way up but with no chances? She'd take her family away right that moment, find them somewhere to go until they could free themselves. Still Tomie would try to hold out hope that he'd be whatever man it was her mother thought he was. Still she wasn't going to announce herself as she stalked towards the gathering, icy gaze sweeping over the wolves that were currently gathered. She was the youngest by far and her expression was practically daring anyone to challenge her being here. She'd settle herself off to the side of the majority of the group, obviously there but recognizing she wasn't one of them. Yet.

"Tomie"

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"Who am I biting?" Kuroki asked as he strolled onto the scene. He was a basic kind of guy, he just needed to be pointed in the right direction and then he'd do the chomping. Nothing over the top of course, he'd had no reason to maim anyone yet but that day might come along sooner than he expected. Kuroki knew he was the muscle, was content to do just that if that's what was required of him. And raiding would do the newly formed pack some good, get them some much needed supplies to help them get things sorted quicker. He glanced at the other wolves gathered and nodded, yeah their lil motley crew would do just fine. Probably.

Vidarr's call did not go unheard. But the Priestess was not yet done saying her prayers. She prayed to the Old Gods. The New Gods. The Forgotten Gods. And others in between. She prayed for many things. But mainly, for strength and for her fate. She was getting old. She had no children of her own to pass down all that she'd learned in this life. Was her line going to end here? Would her bastard siblings be the ones to continue their bloodline? Continuously soiling it? She had no love for her siblings. Their kin, however, she was unsure of. She had not really bothered to meet any of them, so it was hard to say whether or not she thought they were fit. Still, it didn't matter, did it? The Klein name was nothing more than that now. Their blood had been soiled, and would never again be pure. Her siblings had decided to go and breed with anything that breathed as far as she was aware. No honor nor careful decision among them. Oh well. They did it to themselves. She would wait as long as necessary, and if she died before creating her own kin under a new name, then so be it.

At last, she opened her eyes and quietly rose. She donned what she had and made her way to the place where Vidarr had called. She strode with purpose, the warrior priestess finding the wolves she had chosen to join, a burning question in her bi-colored gaze as the mismatched woman took a seat among them. She said not a word, but simply waited for things to begin.

Keetie was ready to kick ass and take names. When Vidarr called for them, she was down by the Steppe. She grabbed Spice and trotted up the mountain to the meeting point. Her eyes glanced over the waiting wolves. She grinned at those she knew, and eyed those she didn't with speculation. This was her first time fighting as a group. She wasn't sure how well it would go, but she was keen to give it her best.


The questions on her mind were who were they attacking, and what resource would they gain? She knew she would find out soon enough. She settled down to learn the answers.

Excitement was building in his system. Excitement, and maybe a bit of blood lust. Still, he wouldn't be going out of his way to shit where he eats. Víðarr knows that there is greater risk involved, when it comes to attacking a neighbor. It was a necessity, the reward outweighed the risk. Winter was coming sooner than he would have liked, and it would do them well to take what they needed for now. What they needed and only what they needed. As his warriors gathered before him, the viking king greeted them in turn. Tenshi came to settle by his side, bringing a smile he couldn't conceal slipping across his rough hewn features.

"Winter will be here soon. We will raid Avalon, just to the west of here, and take what livestock we can-- alive." Víðarr cast his gaze to each of his warriors in turn, making sure they were all understanding the objective. There's something exciting, incredibly so, about this. It's what he lived for. The raiding, the fighting, and the quest to take what would become theirs. The very first raid as a pack, and the first time he'd have them on the field to see what they're made of. Perfect. "We will go under cover of night. Óðinn, ge oss styrka." Víðarr's grin was rakish, his excitement palpable. It was time.

"Víðarr"