Ibis Islands

Álarr needed a bit of a vacation. It was getting late in the fall and soon it would be time to butcher sections of the flock to stock up for the winter. On top of that he had to finish refilling his herb stores. This was proving to be a greater task than it had ever been. The previous cold spell had been hard on the plants of Boreas and now they were going right into fall and winter again. It was stressful. So he found himself a nice island to settle on and just relax. He was stretched out on the beach when he heard something moving nearby. Álarr turned to see a strange, thin wolf staring at him from the bushes.