Aella didn't quite feel invited to the party, but it wasn't like she cared at all, she tagged along and she would tear those bastards' faces open for whatever reason Caiaphas was mad at them. She knew it was all about Larus, the yellow faced fella Aella found in Caiaphas' grotto a couple months ago, and even though she knew Caiaphas had kidnapped the pup in the first place, she wanted him back, knowing that in the sound he would have a decent life as opposed to whatever madness reigned in Duskfire.

Caiaphas knew how to lead a harassment party -hell, she was the queen of aggravation! and although Aella though it was a bit over the top, she felt it was her duty to accompany the pack in times of war.

Aella didn't dive into the caches immediately like the rest of the party, she thought it would be best to save energy in case the Duskfire wolves noticed them before they were gone, so the flaming amazon stood between the cache and the glacier in the distance, guarding her pack mates carefully while they ruined the stored food.

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@Týrr @Malachi @Sen @Manauia @Accalia @Bassilth @Starling @Maera @Njal @Echelon @Tonravik Tuwa is going for her first aggressive spar.... I'd like to do a dice roll? Aiming for Caiaphas but whoever wants to intercept Tuwa is fine!

this may further serve as a reason to kick starling out per the 'around-the-world-in-11-packs' plot?

Crystalline eyes found Tuwawi with the most ease, appearing to truly be a flame cutting through the darkness. She was magnificent he admired with his heart in his throat, for a few seconds before he turned his attention quickly to scan those who had arrived before focusing upon those who had intruded upon their lands. The Rekkr caught sight of Manauia engaging one of the trespassers, briefly before he charged at the nearest woman, a snarl tearing free of his body, jaws agape, with the sole intent to hurt and punish for the crimes committed against the Glacier. Finally, he would get to use Ragnar's lessons and whatever skills that his body remembered from Tezcacoatl's training before he would turn them upon the Viking himself.

Aella was the first to see the Duskfire defense approaching. She howled to alert her pack, but it was of little use, they would all soon be defeated by the evidently more prepared Glacier wolves.

The flaming amazon confronted a platinum-furred female, one that she thought would be easy to take down in battle with her ferocious abilities in combat. But how wrong she was. She did fight, and for a moment she felt confident, but the voice of her Alpha, commanding a retreat made things quickly spiral down for the fiery warrior. It was clear to her now that Caiaphas was but a weak dog, lacking every aspect needed to be a strong leader, and it made her blood boil inside.

Bassilth was quick to overcome the Amazon, striking over and over again, until Aella decided she had taken too much pain for Caiaphas when she didn't even deserve it. She retreated, reluctantly following her defeated troop back to the coast.

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Even so, Týrr did not go easy on the other male, did not even remotely, truly, feel bad about the advantage he seemed to hold against the other man. This was war, and all was fair, this was their Glacier and the sickly appearing male he fought against had made the ultimate mistake of invading. A wrong move, and a lesson that Týrr intended to force him to learn the hard way. Despite the advantage the Rekkr held the other male did not lay over and take it, which was admirable for an opponent, something that the Rekkr recognized even in war. Underestimating an enemy was the downfall of the arrogant — something he did not think himself to be. The ebony male gave as good as he got, laying a few blows on Týrr in a fury of tooth and claw, holding speed graced to him by his lithe appearance.

A split second, sped up by the race of adrenaline in his veins, mind singing with the blood rage that consumed him, coming naturally instead of induced by the mushrooms that Ragnar and the others had always been so keen on devouring before battle. The ebony male went for his throat, an anticipated action in which the split second of breath allowed Týrr enough time to jerk his muzzle down, tucking his throat to protect it, lest the sea man get a grip upon his jugular. It was most important part of his body to protect. He could not recover from an attack there, could not really defend himself if his throat was being crushed. It would mean a death blow and Týrr had no intentions of dying this day. The Rekkr moved, but was not quick enough for his opponent had caught the Rekkr's neck, teeth sinking into his flesh, and tearing as Týrr, with a violent jerk and a high pitched noise that closely resembled a whine of pain that gurgled off to an ardent snarl wrenched himself free of the other's teeth, a second wave of adrenaline keeping him high enough that he did not bother to stop, or care about the wounds in his neck.

Not life threatening, but they were deep enough that scarring was inevitable.

This was what he had trained for and he did not falter as he rounded the male and began to tear at his side, tearing with tooth and claw viciously with intent of payback. The snow was crimson with their blood, mixing where it dripped from each male's wounds, though the rush of warm blood did nothing to inspire even slight hesitation within the Rekkr. He went for the leg, gripping onto it as he would grasp a deer's leg: to tear it from the body. He felt and heard the ball joint of the other's shoulder pop and give way, the ripping of sinew but he was not ready to tear it entirely from the other's body, yet. No, he intended to make it slow and painful. Above and beyond the realm of 'payback'.

Týrr had made to lunge once more directly before their soot crowned leader's call for retreat rang out, causing his target to move out of his way as his jaws snapped shut, closing around air, his body skidding as his enemy ran ...or rather hobbled away on his remaining limbs. If not for their retreat, Týrr would not have stopped he would have kept going until he had taken the other's life. The desire to give chase was strong but he was beginning to feel the damage, particularity upon his neck, the other had inflicted. Still, he ignored it. Desperately, he swung his head, cringing against the pull of the fresh wounds, seeking Tuwawi in the chaos of the aftermath, immediately concerned for his Queen's welfare.