There's No Crying In Baseball

Álarr was surprised to hear that Jynn liked to spar or that she could even spar at all. She didn't look like a fighter with those impossibly long and delicate looking legs. Perhaps he was being too quick to judge. He chuckled as she continued on. Again, he found it hard to imagine her seriously maiming someone. Álarr on the other hand had made it his business to know how the canine body was put together… and as a result he also learned how to pull it apart. He supposed though, if he had his way, he'd just spend his days crafting tinctures and teas and helping his pack mates in need. He wasn't the sort to just go running about the world helping any that asked but he did feel a sense of importance in caring for the wolves of Fireside.

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