well howdy-doo

Álarr licked the blood off his muzzle, eyeing the coyote for one more moment before turning his attention back to his brother. It didn't seem the news was too pressing so Álarr went back to working on the dissection. He didn't get far when Tyrian mentioned Pesto's name. Álarr's head snapped up. "Pesto? She's here? It's about time I was wondering when she was going to join. I uh, yea we know each other. We're friends. We met at Valhalla's festival some time back. Her family is a little crazy. Her father's a real nutty Abraxas." He rolled his eyes at the nonsense some wolves believed. He glanced at Tyrian, his head cocking to the side just a bit. "What do you think of her?" He was curious as to his brother's opinion. She was still young but she was a good fighter from what he knew.