Drinks had been drunk and bears had been fought and slaughtered, and now Tyrian and crew were headed to the place Alarr had been ambushed. Tyrian was good and liquored up at this point. He saw no reason to hold back as he didn't fear retribution. Today was about thumbing Fireside's nose at Armada's so called warning, plain and simple. If it kicked off a tit-for-tat style game for grievances, so be it. He would not be the one to make moves towards peace until amends had been made for Alarr's unjustified attack and when it came to retribution his anger knew no limits. There would be no cap to his retaliation if pressed. Fireside was in it for the long haul. To that end he had gotten good and drunk, and was now quite jolly for today might be his last without war. Why not celebrate? "Ahhh, I bet that's it," he said, motioning towards a place where the grass was a bit torn up. By now he had informed the group of his intentions. Was it catty? Yeah. Did they deserve it? Yep. "This it, Alarr?" Strolling over to the place Tyrian nosed around and found it thick with Alarr's scent. Just like his brother said, his path outside the border was clear up until that point. The fight itself got a bit muddy, naturally, but up until then it appeared Alarr and Jynn had been respectful. Not that Tyrian had ever doubted his brother. Out of all of them Alarr was probably the most reasonable and his word was as good as gold. "Alright, lads, ladies, this is really simple. In order to help our poor Armada friends not lose their border again we're going to mark up the rogue land beside it. So," he walked over to the nearest scent marker and began to scratch up the dirt on the neutral side of it, "treat this like its your first time on scent marking duty and you really want to impress your boss." Somewhere in the mix was a pair of bear heads but those wouldn't come into play until later. Tyrian had to think of a good place for those to go. "We want everyone to know this is where Armada land starts so I hope you drank your fill back home," he hinted with a smirk. "And yeah, I think that's it." Tashi slapped his shoulder. "Oh, and if you didn't get enough to drink there's a wine skin in..." he trailed off, his paw roving between the two bear heads. "...one of their mouths. Help yourself. Drink, piss and be fucking loud; our friends are counting on us." OOC: First round ends Nov. 1st!

Jupiter was all in. This sort of contrary shit was right up his alley and as part of it he got to drink and hunt bears. What wasn't to like? He scampered over to the nearest rock formation and gave it a liberal douse of liquid gold. "Sirius! My big beautiful bastard this one's for you!" For good measure he began to kick up clods of dirt and grass. When the neutral ground was nice and torn up he moved on to another landmark just as he would if this was a Fireside border patrol. "Sirius! Hit me up if you ever want to dance! I can help you find more than your border!" He just knew the toothy over compensator had a little gay stashed away somewhere. "Jupiter"

Álarr sauntered back to the place he'd been assaulted, swerving a little as he walked from the amount of wine he'd indulged in. It really wasn't the best idea. Too much alcohol with the herbs he'd already taken was bad for the liver but it was often true that healers made the worst patients. Álarr looked to Tyrian and nodded. "Yep, this is it." He eyed a few dark spots in the grass that were almost certainly stained with his blood.

He reveled in walking to the nearest tree to where he'd been attacked and he promptly lifted up a leg and urinated. Seemed the wine went right through him! Once he was done he grinned proudly at Tyrian and tipped back his head to howl and raise a raucous.

Dagrún was excited! Her tail waved wildly the whole way to the border between the Armada and the Hot Springs. Ooooo, they could go for a dip and relax after raising hell. Dag immediately set to sniffing about while listing to Tyrian lay out the plan for the evening. She scooted near where she caught the scent of one of the Armada's border markings and started scratching in the soil opposite. Since they needed a little help understanding where neutral territory started she was only to happy to oblige. Once that was done she bounded along the neutral side of the border, getting a feel for it before joining Álarr in his howling.

Valdís was finally recovering from her bout of pneumonia, just in time for the festivities. She really wasn't sure what to think of all of this. She felt for Álarr, she really did but it wasn't practical to expect all wolves to behave rationally and she wasn't sure about riling up the Armada more. Then again, it wouldn't do to just lie down and take abuse either. She eventually opted to just go along with it and what would be would be. Hell, if they were raided for this that would suit her just fine. She could do with another good battle before old age eventually took her. While the others busied themselves about the border she settled down to watch, eventually howling along with the others. "Talk" "You" Think