Finding My Feet

Álarr had no real plans for the day. He was still recovering from his illness and trying to get his feet back underneath him. He walked from the barn, did a few laps then returned and then back again. He was eager to get his legs back in shape so he could go out wandering and gathering herbs. Each day they had a little more sunlight and now that spring was here he hoped to replenish his stores. Álarr had gone through a number of herbs in trying to heal his own illness as well as that of his pack mates. At least spring was arriving and they weren't going right into winter. He made note to finish his greenhouse so he could extend the time of available fresh herbs.