He'd done it. He'd pulled them together, he'd summoned a group that was worthy. All that's left? Make their grand entrance. Make their assault on Boreas, and begin the first step on their path toward destruction. Toward ruin. Toward something far greater than the sum of its parts.

Taking time to set up camp, stoke a fire, and really get shit rolling... yeah. It's time. A target well placed in his sights, a rather nontraditional conglomeration. Big cats, though their numbers seemed something akin to his own. Björn⁢ found himself torn between Felisgarde and Avalon initially, but if they moved quickly, perhaps both would be an option.

Stoking the fire at the heart of camp and calling to his companions, the boy rests on his haunches. It's time.

"speech"

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Dirt flew into the air as Marrow dug, making herself a den underneath the roots of a great dead tree. She was keen to get a decent napping place in the band's home base. Dirt stained her paws and muzzle as she crawled in a bit farther, carving out an area that was just big enough for herself. Yes, yes, this would do. She could line it with rabbit and other pelts at another time.

Marrow's ears flicked up as she heard Björn calling the band together. Was it time to raid? Grinning she gathered her items and companions. She arrived at the gathering spot and settled near the fire with a grin on her face. "Please tell me you call us to fight.

This is all fairly new to Dominus. Sure, the raiding, the fighting... he knows of it. He knows how these things are supposed to work, but it brings to mind that they were rather sheltered. Instead, the violence would be his. Maybe it's a chance to flush the anger from his system. Raiding, it does a boy good. With a pang, he misses his father. Biting the feelings down, Dominus draws to his full height and approaches the gathering group.

Their numbers were small, smaller than the packs he knew. Would raiding really prove worth it? Then, it seemed like Björn had a plan. He must... right? Carefully taking a seat, gaze cast about for Lumine before returning to the antlered boy at their helm. Dom remains quiet. Waiting. Watching.

"Dominus"

Everything was so interesting. Watching the events unfold before him, it was like his birthday every day. New wolves came to pledge their souls to the cause. Today there would be a meeting with some grand announcement. It was exactly what had been promised him so far. Calibos eagerly made his way towards the meeting place, not wanting to miss a single moment of information or pack interaction. Gods above, he hoped they'd go raiding. Saliva pooled within the blue and maroon brute's maw as he thought about sinking his teeth into some wolf flesh. Cal settled himself in the front row, sinking down onto his belly with a smile plastered to his lips. What horrors awaited? "Calibos Lir"

While moving south hadn’t been her preferred choice, she had promised her brother her loyalty-at least for now-so she’d follow him and the band of wolves he had cobbled together as they made camp in the soulless forest. She knew this wasn’t going to be permanent lodging so she didn’t worry too much about putting together a real den, but she found a dip in the earth under a large, fallen log that would serve well enough for a home once she had dug it out a bit more. She spent the morning working on the simple sleeping space for herself up until she heard Björn calling for them.

Wiping the dirt off her large paws, she turned and moved through the trees to join them and settled on her haunches near the gathering group. She was still uncertain about the other strangers that Björn had found for himself. She wasn’t quite as… violently minded as her brother was and it seemed that at least a few of this bunch seemed to follow his mind set so she wasn’t sure how well she would get along with them. Only time would tell she supposed. Giving Björn her attention, she waited to see what the plan was.

"Rúna Trygg"