Fight Dirty [Fight Training!]

Álarr eyed the dried Barberry root he'd gathered and dried, checking it over for quality. It would do. He stored the root then moved on to sorting the rest of his stores. At some point during the frenzy of the fall everything had fallen into disarray. Álarr had been so focused on gathering as much as possible that he had just been throwing things about willy nilly and now it was becoming difficult to find what he was looking for. He still needed to clean his pack out to. Álarr sighed heavily. There was always so much to do and not enough time to do it in.

His ears flicked up as he heard Ash's call. Well, he had a good assortment of herbs in his bag, that would do for now. He glanced to Branwen who flew out of the storage den and he swiftly followed. Best to just let Afi sleep for now. When he arrived he dipped his head in greeting to those that were already gathered and quickly took a seat.