LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home... Â
Lynvarr was so preoccupied with his gathering that he didn't hear the approach of the other wolf until he was a short ways away. Lynd startled slightly, hackles raising as he turned to gaze at a young man with a bird in his mouth. Carefully the viking set down his herb gathering as the man set down the bird and then asked if he were a healer. Lyndvarr nodded. "Aye, I am a healer… is there something I can help you with?" He gazed at the man but didn't notice any signs of injury that would require a healers attention. Perhaps he was seeking lessons or something of that nature? Lyndvarr had been rather disappointed that his deal with the Abaven youth, Starling, had fallen through. He was willing to broker a deal with another if there was potential in it being mutually beneficial.
