running up that hill

Álarr settled back into Fireside as winter whispered its way into Boreas. Now that the festival was done he was ready to slow down for a little bit, at least when it came to the healing aspects of his job. His stores were set and full. Winter was a time for him to turn his attention to getting in shame and making sure his fighting skills were up to snuff. Winter was a time of scarcity and the risk of raids always increased during this time.

Deciding to seek out a spar to gauge where he was at Álarr combed through the range until he found a reasonably flat and level area that could serve as a basic arena. He tipped back his head and howled for an opponent, hoping his pack mates weren't to busy to answer. Fireside had seemed far too quiet of late.