Another Morning, Another Day Gone By

Álarr eased himself down along the river bank, simply watching the water wind on its way. The sun was just rising above the horizon, casting its pale light across the river and surrounding lands. Álarr flopped down next to a large trunk of driftwood to watch the sunrise. Afi curled up at his side to continue his cat nap while Brynhildr fiddled about with some sweet grass. Using her beak and talons she wove the blades together in a long braid. For now he had the morning to himself. He knew he should probably head back to Fireside again. He'd been flitting to and fro between his pack and the river but more and more he wished to simply stay around here. He enjoyed spending time with his newest family members and there was something freeing about not needing to fret over borders and pack duties.