well that just dills my pickle [MEETING]

Álarr drank his wine as the remaining Fireside wolves trickled into the meeting and soon it was time for it to commence. Tyrian got right to the point and as he glanced to Álarr while explaining the Armada had been sending a 'message' the horned male nodded. His expression had been mostly neutral during the meeting but as Tyrian continued and expressed his 'concerns' for those poor fellows Álarr couldn't help but grin and chuckle. Tyrian was good at that. He always seemed to know just what to say.

His ears perked up at the mention of a bear hunt and then a trip to the Armada border. He had a feeling he knew what his brother was getting at and he very much liked this idea. Wearing his own mischievous grin he tapped his bowl, claws clicking against the ceramic. "Hear! Hear!" With that Álarr emptied his bowl and got to his feet to assist in preparations.