Me and You, and My Dog Blue

Álarr lay stretched out in a patch of sunlight, part of a deer antler between his paws as he chewed thoughtfully on it, letting his mind wander through day dreams of grand adventure. The hero was just about to engage with a dragon when a droll, sarcastic voice pulled him from his dream world.

"Eating again? Is your strategy to get so round that we can simply roll you into Legion's enemies?"

Álarr rolled his eyes then shot a smirk at Afi, the grumpy old cat he had recently befriended. "Why Afi, there's no need for that. You're round enough for the both of us. Besides, I'm just sharpening my teeth, unless there is some secret fat stores in deer antler I don't know about." The cat chuckled and moved to lay across from him, his fluffy body stretching out in the sun and a look of bliss crossing his features as his eyes closed. "Ahhh… this does my old joints good."

Álarr's chewing slowed as he gazed thoughtfully at the fluffy pallas cat. "So, when are you going to start training me in the healing arts? I believe that was the deal. Legion's protection for instruction in healing." One golden eye lazily opened to stare at the boy. "My, my, so eager. We start after a little cat nap. Go back to your bone."

Álarr did just that, contentedly chewing until he spied his brother off in the distance. "Hey Tyrian! Where are you off to?"