Avian Air

Álarr ambles about, at one point stepping right into a puddle of mud but he recovered gracefully enough and shake the mud off his paw. He wondered how much it would snow in this area when winter finally showed its teeth. So close to ocean and the inflow of warm air he imagined the weather here to be milder than areas farther north and inland though he was no navigator and couldn't say for certain. Jynn beckoned him from inside the space made by the willow's long leaves and he carefully stepped in. It wasn't very easy and one particularly stubborn string of leaves got wrapped around one of his horns. Blast…