Redbuds

Álarr needed a break. He'd been working himself to the bone stocking up his herb storage, preparing for the fall butchering and holding the Fall Festival. He had headed to the Ibis Islands for a bit of a get away and now he decided to do some traveling. He'd sent his companions to give out the fall festival invites but it occurred to him he hadn't really seen much of the other packs territories. He didn't really feel like paying a social call but he figured it would be fine to just see what kinds of territories others had chose to reside in. Did they opt for plains like Fireside did or did they find ways to thrive in other kinds of environments. He was working his way around a pack that resided at the base of the volcano when he spied a familiar form. Álarr cleared his throat.