Repair Work

Úlfr wasn't quite sure how to answer Álarr's question. He shrugged lightly. "I'll live." What else could he say. He did not feel great but he wasn't going just hide in his den and weep either. It would be a deservice to his mother's memories. "What happened here? Are you digging a new den?" He figured he might as well make himself useful while he was staying in Fireside. It would take time for the wood to dry that he required for the funeral pyres. Furthermore he'd sent his ravens out on errands and needed to hear back from them before he proceeded further with his preparations.