It was time to put the temps to use. While the band had escaped the eruption with much of their haul intact they could use some fresh meat or water not laden with ash. It had made sense to check out what the packs around them had so for that reason she had done just that and quietly gathered intel on their neighbors. Now, information in hand, Valkyrie was ready to loose her band on her target. Today she would inform them of her decision and lay out the division of labor for the coming raid.

With a large rock serving as a windbreaker behind her, Valkyrie settled down, threw back her head and howled for the band. It was time to talk business.

OOC: raid meeting! Posts are due Nov. 25th!

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Éldi was resting when he heard Valkyrie's call. He had only gotten back from the north the night before and the long journey had really taken it out of him. Still, he would not ignore the call. Stretching the viking man rolled onto his feet and slipped out of the den followed shortly by Kaler and Askr. He hoped she had good news. As far as he could tell it seemed that the volcano was settling down. Gazing to the horizon for a moment he eyed the smoke and ash still billowing in the distance.

He arrived and took his seat as he waited for the rest of the band to arrive. He was curious to see who had made it through the volcanic eruption and who hadn't. Éldi grinned. "I hope this meeting brings good news and doesn't end in another natural disaster."

It was time. Eyrun had come to Boreas to bring glory to her family and, first and foremost, to her gods. Sitting around idly wasn't her style, though she had to remind herself they were still coasting on the riches Valkyrie had cleverly bargained for. Surely that was a damn good start - but it was time to do more. Feeling giddy at the thought of what the future had in store for them, she was quick to answer Valkyrie's call with her presence, nearly sprinting all the way there.

When she arrived she was panting lightly, flashing both Eldi and Valkyrie a pleased grin, tongue lolling from the side of her parted jaws. "It won't," she replied to Eldi, catching the tail end of what he'd been saying, offering a soft chuckle of amusement. "The gods are pleased with us, mark my word. We'll be spared, at least for another season," she added with a wink, though her words were serious and it was hard to tell if she was jesting or not.

Dag trundled in, surprised to find himself a middle-of-the-pack arrival. He thought he'd timed himself to be fashionably late. The viking had fared alright through the eruption and ensuing cataclysmic winter; he was made of tough stuff, or so he liked to think. Mostly he'd muddled along fine, eating shit and ash when he needed to. He was glad the merry band was all back together. Although he had enjoyed the distinct lack of responsibility from this past season, he figured it was about time they got back to business as usual. Right? At least, that's why he hoped Valk had called them together.

"Ladies and gen'lman," he grunted, nodding towards the band members that had already gathered before laying down nearby. Dag was looking forward to lending Valkyrie his ear. Their cat-clawed leader had a way with words almost as unique as her fighting style.

Eisleif had mostly just hunkered down with the arrival of the earthquake. Nowhere seemed safe, but they did have respite here. Being so close to a pack’s refugee camp wasn’t ideal but they managed. The woman had spent her idle time crafting weapons mostly, and doing what hunting she could. The land was suffering, as was evidenced everywhere they looked. However, it seemed the gods like to smile upon their band, and no one had been forced to go hungry. Especially with the supplies gathered in the market. She’d been reclusive, but she’d spent the time as a queen.

Dark paws carried her towards Valkyrie’s call. Her striped tail flicked at her hips as she appeared at the gathering. She gave a quick nod to each one present and coiled her haunches to wait what their leader had to say.

He was late to answering Valkyrie's call though not because of his blindness but because of the leg he had broken when he went to revisit his old kingdom. He hadn't been there in a long time, and it seemed the structure of the castle had slowly decayed more over time during his absence which left parts of it unstable. If it hadn't been for his companions quick actions, he might have been worse off. He was somewhat able to put a bit of weight on it, however, and it seemed to be healing nicely. His left hind leg was splinted and wrapped and while he couldn't move it very much, he didn't let it slow him down. At least, not while he was traveling with the band. When the male finally located the small group, he remained quiet so as not to disturb anyone with his arrival though Kimahri offered an apologetic look and nod of greeting to the warrioress as he sat with them. He didn't smell Cloud yet so he figured his comrade was still on his way. He hoped the other male hadn't been crippled, too. Sitting down and stretching his leg out, he waited for things to start. "Dragon"||Kimahri||Shiva

He'd been tracking a stag when he heard Valk's call, and while he so badly wanted to bring down the creature now that they'd become scarce, he didn't want to keep them waiting longer then was necessary. Not only that, but despite the prey being weakened from the eruptions aftermath, it would be dangerous for him to bring it down alone. The last thing he needed was to get impaled by the stags antlers and he himself get severely injured, or worse. Tearing himself away from his tracking, he made a note to return here as soon as possible to see if it might still be in the area. With his companion overhead, the pair headed off to find the band. And when he arrived, he saw that Dragon and his companions were already there, so the black and white male moved to sit nearby while offering a nod to the trio and to Valkyrie herself. His osprey companion perched on a tree limb just behind him, waiting to see what they were called for. Would they finally be going to raid? Had she given Winterfell their targets? He was curious, and wasn't opposed to any of this. After all, he wasn't exactly the soft type...not when his inner voice took over and fought for control. "Speak"

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Valkyrie waited patiently as the wolves trickled in. When it was clear no more were coming she decided to go for it. They would have to do without a blessing from either of their witches, but they would make due and she would try not to take their absence as a bad omen. Perhaps the biggest disappointment of all was the disappearance of the lioness. It was a shame she never got to use the beast in a fight, but there was no use in tracking it down, was there? It was a lion after all.

"Alright, shall we get down to business?" Valkyrie glanced around at those gathered before allowing a small smirk to play up the corners of her mouth. "It is time we went raiding, no? I have chosen a target for us. They call themselves Legion and they reside in the South. Should we win we will host a hunt on their grounds. The land they call home is also home to a herd of bison who I imagine haven't been too terribly bothered by our weather."

Valkyrie took a deep breath and got to her paws. "So ladies, gentlemen. Now is as good a time as ever. Let us fight and feast."

"Aye aye!" Dag shouted in agreement. It was about time they returned to their traditional way of life. He missed the way his blood pumped hot and quick during the mess of a raid. The vikings were efficient but they certainly didn't play cleanly. The thickly furred male was itching for a good tumble, although the idea of a simple hunt waiting at the other end of a tussle wasn't all that exciting to him. "Will we summer there, after we win?" He inquired, eyes narrowing slightly. "Oasis" sounded... uncomfortably warm. Dagfinn wasn't looking forward to another hot, steamy summer. Was it so much to ask that they settle down in the brisk north for a bit? Maybe take down some seals. Oh, their fat was so succulent and good.