a little violence hurt nobody

Álarr pulled the travois along the Rio Grande, putting a good distance between himself and the water incase his tiny passenger saw something that would send her rushing to the water's edge. So far Ulmaria didn't seem the type to do so but Afi had warned him often about kittens and well, kittens… puppies… same thing right? He'd left the old cat in Fireside to inform Jupiter where one of his kids was. Álarr probably should've asked first but he needed to get out of Fireside for awhile and when the sad little girl begged to come along he couldn't bring himself to deny her. Between himself and Brynhildr he felt fairly certain he could keep her safe. They came to a stop and Álarr went about setting up camp, allowing Ulmaria to wander a little ways under Brynhildr's watchful raven eyes.