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Álarr had returned late from visiting his nieces and nephews at the river. Exhausting had pulled him swiftly to sleep and it was difficult to pull himself from its grasp when morning came Ugh. He needed to figure out a solution. He was trying to be in two places at once and to do more than he had the time or resources to do. It left him drained.

Álarr was about to drift back off to sleep when his brother's call echoed out from the barn, calling the wolves of Fireside to gather. Hmmm, what could this be about? It had been awhile since he talked to Tyrian. Getting to his feet Álarr paused long enough to clean the glaring spots of mud off his coat before answering his brother's call. "Tyrian," he dipped his head in polite greeting before sitting down heavily.