There's No Crying In Baseball

Jynn felt another sting of resentment toward packs. Claiming land that others might want to see and explore and hoarding it for themselves. She sighed and trotted after Álarr, moving back into the wooded area that surrounded the ravine and much of this stretch of Boreas. She was glad in some ways they'd gone around it and saw the opening from ground level. She could imagine walking through the main woodland and tripping into that mess. "This pack is kind of hard to get around, so close to the Bifrost." She'd gone around it several times but never from this angle before. She imagined whoever had set up camp here had a pretty good idea of who was coming and going between Boreas and Auster. "Say, Álarr, you said you're a healer and also a fighter. Do you… like fighting at all?"