A Nice Soak

She seemed friendly enough and Álarr was content to remain relaxed in the pool. He glanced up at Afi who opened one golden eye to observe the wolves for a moment before going right back to sleep. Álarr had a pretty good idea of what the cat was thinking. Probably something along the lines of stupid canines, who would willingly want to get wet?

He shifted position so he could talk to the yearling, Kaija, more easily. "Nice to meet you. I'm Álarr. I live several territories west of here. I just happened to be herb gathering in the east." He gestured to the leather pack laying on the dry ground near the pool he was lounging in. "What about you? Have you traveled a long way to get here?"