jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse [raid meeting]

Álarr primarily thought of himself as a healer but he was also a skilled warrior and though he might be a bit out of practice when the call rang out for able-bodied warriors he sought to attend. He finished storing his dried moss and then carefully exited his den, making sure not to snag his horns on the entrance. He was curious what Tyrian had planned. The call wasn't overly urgent so he did not expect invasion or a large predator wandering too close to their territory. Perhaps this would be some sort of training session. Either way, Álarr arrived at the gathering of wolves. Spying Pesto he headed toward her and cast her a friendly grin before sitting on the other side of her. It had been awhile since they'd been able to hang out between injuries, ceremonies, and his general mad scramble to get their winter preparations done. He hoped things would slow down in winter. There weren't many herbs ripe for gathering in winter unless it was absolutely necessary.