one fish two fish three fish - oh hello!

Álarr nodded. "Yea, I think I did pretty well for being so young." The woman introduced herself as Heloise of Winterfell. He tried to remember if he'd heard of that pack before but nothing came to mind. Really the only other pack he was familiar with was Abaven and even then he didn't feel he knew all that much about them. "I'm from Legion, we're in the south part." Grabbing more moss he trotted back over to his pack and shook his head. "Thanks, but I'm good! I just want a little of it to use as bandages." He squinted up at the sky. It would be easier to dry them if the sun was out but he'd just have to make do. Álarr settled down and started tearing the moss into various sized clumps. He wanted a good variety for the various wounds he might encounter.