Breytast Vindar was underway. At one point in her life Zsaria had fought tooth and claw to challenge a Captain for their position. She had never succeeded then, and now found herself reluctant to even try. She had no doubt that she might be a match for some of the younger ones, but she wasn't sure she wanted it any more. There was a whole new generation of old blood and outlanders vying with each other to climb up just one more rung in their standing, it was their place in the sun. Hers was slowly fading, it had been for a long time and she was simply too wrapped up in herself to notice.
Her sons and daughters were grown now, Freeborn but for one Lawspeaker. None truly had iron in their veins. She couldn't say it surprised her, after all they took to their father. But she was young enough yet, and with a true viking husband at her side she might yet bear Reavers, even Captains.
But not tonight. No, tonight she simply wished and wondered, watching over the pride's center from a distance. She had played there as a cub while her father watched over her, it all felt so much smaller now. And yet the pride itself so much larger. But all things would right themselves in time. She had her soul at her side and that made all the difference.
The thought of Breytast Vindar was a thrill to Fyri, he had to yet as a reaver go up and challenge a captain for a position however he was biding his time. As for Kazul and the idea of his sister being pregnant by whomever was really not a large concern to him. In fact it sort of amused the lion considering it was rather a love hate relationship he shared with his sister. Anything she did wrong in their father’s eye was just another notch on the branch of her rather stupid ideas. 