And In Conclusion

Álarr scooted closer to the edge of the water. To pull it up from the base he'd need to stick his head in the water which he wasn't thrilled with but he would do what was necessary to help his pack. He stuck his muzzle in the water, fangs severing a few nearby horsetail plants as he pulled them up. Halo asked what pack he was from before explaining that she was from the Armada. He about choked but quickly steadied himself. He set the plants aside and licked at his chin for a moment as he debated about answering. Considering the tension between Armada and Fireside he needed to be careful about his answer. He had gotten along well enough with Hattori of Ashen. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to answer honestly, show what he'd been saying all along. He'd been trying to get around the Armada territory, he did not trespass and Sirius' attack was wholly unnecessary. "I'm from Fireside," he answered simply.

"Yes, there's quite a bit here. Should make for a good haul."