And In Conclusion

Álarr jumped as he heard a yell. He had been so focused on what he was doing he hadn't even realized there was someone else nearby. His eyes fell on a small, pale pelted wolf, as well as the moss laying like a discarded rag on the ground near her. Aw crap. "Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't realize you were there when I was shaking the moss off my horns." He jostled his head a little, his horns knocking lightly against the lower limbs of the tree he was standing under. "They seem to snag everything unfortunately. What brings you out this way?" Her scent had not gone unnoticed. Armada for sure, but as far as he could tell none of the aggressive warriors were about so maybe he could have a nice conversation.