Repair Work

Álarr's ears flicked back as heard someone approach and greet him. He turned to see Úlfr and nodded his head respectfully toward the young man. He'd helped prep the bodies for the funeral to come and he couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for the other man. While Álarr didn't have a mother physically present with him he still had Valentine. Although for how much longer? Valentine was one of the oldest wolves he knew in in existence and sooner or later the old man's time was going to run out.

"Good morning, Úlfr. I see you made it through the storm ok. How are you holding up?"