More Than A Little While

Álarr thought it curious that the man, Holland, had a first name but no last name but he didn't bother to comment on it. Lirim was a pack name but he really didn't know that much about the other pack. Packs and politics weren't really in his interests, he'd leave that to the other members of his family. He cocked his head as he gazed at the other man. "Why would you stop fighting?" It seemed like such a crucial skill to Álarr. How else were you supposed to defend your pack and those in danger? Álarr lay down sphynx-like so that the man could easily tend to his wounded back. He watched curiously, anxious to see how the older healer worked.

Once his back was tended to Álarr remained still to let the concoction dry but he was feeling better already. He nodded. "I've been working hard on my stores to make sure I have enough variety to help my pack and I'm pretty sure there will be fights. If there's not enough for everybody they're going to fight over it for sure." A healer would be a necessity if injured wolves were going to survive the winter, not to mention those already injured by the volcano.