Welcome To The Mile-High Club

Jynn chuckled as Dagrún raced up the nearest tree. The nice thing about the way these trees grew was that even Jynn could climb up one fairly easily. She picked a larger tree and leapt onto a low limb that was only a few feet off the ground. From there Jynn worked her way up, not quite as high as Dag but high enough to hold a decent conversation. "So Dagrún, I noticed your scent is of Fireside. You know I travelled with one of your pack mates for a bit, does the name Álarr ring a bell?" Jynn wasn't sure how big Fireside was but if it wasn't too large she assumed the yearling had run into the horned man at one point.