The Haze of Malaise

Álarr used his paws to scrap the mud off the ammo box, turning it over for a minute while all the while keeping Hattori in the corner of his sight, just in case. It didn't seem like the Ashen alpha was out looking for a fight but it was hard to be sure. The other man seemed to have control over himself in a way that made it very difficult to tell what he was thinking and although the plateau bordered Fireside territory if a fight broke out it would be up to Álarr to defend himself.

"Could not sleep."

A faint smile graced Álarr's features as he nodded knowingly. "That makes two of us. I keep praying for spring, hoping that the world will right itself then and fearing what I will do if it does not. I assume Ashen has healers? There are herbs that can assist with sleep if that is of interest to you. I myself feel I have done too much laying about of late and my pack needs the herbs more than I."