Fish out of water...

Álarr shook out his coating, sending any remaining loose water into the air and then he slipped on his pack. It seemed that Sandor was going to continue to wander and since Álarr was already in a pack it made sense that Sandor would come find him. "Ok, that sounds good. I turn one this winter so not that far away. I look forward to seeing you again." He meant it, this sounded like fun and Sandor would be his first friend outside of the pack. Winter might not be the best time to travel but they could at least meet and share a meal and decide then if they wanted to head west or wait til spring. Thankfully the winters in the south were usually mild. "I probably better get going now but I wish you luck with the rest of your fishing."


-exit?-