Let's Get Down To Business

Several sizable sticks extended from either end of Álarr's mouth as he trotted northward to the range. The volcano was finally starting to settle and while the range still looked rough the spring rains had done wonders for washing away the ash though many of the trees were burnt to cinders. It would be years, possibly even his lifetime before they grew back. Sniffing the air Álarr stuck his head into the shed, pleased to see that it was still standing and looked reasonable stable. Slipping inside he moved into the middle of the shed to set the sticks down. Afi leapt up onto an old piece of machinery, curly up in the rusty red seat for a nap. Brynhildr settled down at his feet to await instructions though at the moment he didn't think he'd need her help. He wanted to make two different types of spears and see which he liked more.