Come Whatever May [Pesto]

It should've been morning, but the sun had yet to rise. The moon hung in the sky as if it owned all of the atmosphere now and would not be relinquishing its new kingdom any time soon. Álarr had too much to do to wait for the light he desired and so he got to work. With a pitch torch burning gently he headed out to go over his stores once more. Setting the torch near the entrance of the den he stuck his head in and gasped. All along the walls and roof of his storage den were little glowing mushrooms. Oh heck… at least there didn't seem to be in any of the jars or tins. With a sigh Álarr started moving spoiled items out. It wasn't a terrible loss. Most of his works were sealed but the den was shot. If it was full of fungi he could no longer use it.

Álarr glared at a mushroom, wondering if these strange things had any use. Her reached out with a paw and attempted to use his claws to pop one of the mushrooms off the entrance of his den.