Fuel for Pyres

Dagrún trotted along after Úlfr. She'd been recruited to help with funeral preparations and while she knew it was, in some ways, a somber occasion, she also knew that there would be drink and a large fire. Something of a party and last farewell. Her ears flicked forward as she heard Sperla call out. The little falcon had found a sizeable trunk of drift wood they could haul back to Fireside. There were a number of downed branches in the Orchard as well that they'd already gathered. While it might make sense to stick close to gather wood this was also something of a training exercise. It would be good for her to build up strength.