We Dig, Dig, Dig

Álarr was on his way back from the north. The weather was decent, cold but clear and he was in a good mood for it seemed the ice bridge had not reformed. It was good that at leas they wouldn't need to be dealing with massive and aggressive dire wolves this winter along with a number of other creatures. He was working his way southward back towards Fireside, wandering through the rockier regions of the north when he spied a strange looking cave entrance and a familiar wolf peering in. "Well, well, up to no good again I see." He grinned and dipped his head in greeting.