[ There is a sense of relief when Duv ends up falling into step beside him, but a bit of frustration, too, can't help the slightest instinctive pang of disappointment. Part of him is raring for a fight, doesn't just need to hit someone. With everything that's been building up in him for months, now, he'd really like nothing more than for someone to give him an excuse to not just hit them, but actually fucking break them, bit by bit, until.

Breathe in, breathe out. It's fine. That hadn't escalated, and was likely the best outcome. ]

I was part of the scouting mission that helped make contact with Vorvolk. [ He sounds relaxed enough, but there is something there, a bit of the tightness and tension coiling underneath. ] Kind of wish I didn't help, now.

The new blood have been a joy to have around, so far.