A Nice Soak

Álarr stretched out his toes, paddling lightly at the water and enjoying the warmth that flowed around his feet. He'd be almost tempted to just spend the rest of the day here. It was doing wonders for his aching muscles and old sores where the mushrooms had been. He listened as she answered his question, her answer sounding awfully familiar to someone else. "Ahh, you sound like a maned wolf I ran into awhile back. Dragged me around a number of pack lands, got me mauled." He chuckled. It was almost funny now. If worst had come to worst he was certain he could've defeated Sirius and freed both himself and Jynn. He was quite certain the warlord would've seen reason after Álarr threatened to remove his baths with his teeth.

His left ear flicked and he was silent for a moment, seriously considering her question before nodding. "Yes. I like having a set area of stores. I'm a healer and having a packl and makes it easier to have large stores of herbs and the wolf power to guard them. I have more than I could reasonably carry as a nomad."