The Haze of Malaise

Álarr's claws clicked on metal and he dug a bit deeper, reveal an old ammo tin. Digging in further to the hard ground, he seized the handle in his teeth and pulled to pull the item up out of the dirt. He then paused a moment as he heard someone approach. Álarr gazed curiously at the brilliantly colored man and noted he bore horns as well. If the healer was not mistaken this was Ashen's alpha. He quirked a brow curiously toward the other. Having been on opposite sides during a raid Álarr was wary of the other man. To Fireside it was nothing personal, just 'business' but he knew some wolves were particularly grudge-bearing and he had no idea where Ashen stood. Would the Ashen alpha seek to take some sort of revenge on the lone healer?

Instead of an attack he was greeted with a neutral question unrelated to past events. Álarr looked down at the old ammo case then back to the horned man. He decided in these times it wouldn't hurt to share where he found a number of items. He doubted it was that much of a secret anyway, especially to healers and crafters. "Looking for objects of use. Storage containers for herbs and the like. What brings Ashen's alpha to such a desolate land?"