Please like me please like me

Spring had put Álarr in a much better mood. Fireside had made it through winter unscathed and now that plant life was bursting up through the earth he had plenty to keep him busy. Brynhildr was finishing cleaning out the storage den while Afi napped in the sun. Álarr headed deeper into the range to check on a few areas where healing herbs grew. He hadn't gone far when he spied a familiar black and white form trying to climb his father's tractor.

He stood still for a moment then broke into a dead run. "Pestoooo! You're here! Did you get accepted? Be careful with that tractor, my dad lives under there." Was Valentine home? He wasn't quite sure but he took a flying leap to scramble onto the front of the tractor in front of the windshield, his claws clicking and scrapping on the metal as he got himself situated.