On The Borders Of Safety, That's Where I Find Peace

Summer was in full swing, but the day was on the cooler side so Álarr took the time to set out crafting supplies and getting out to enjoy the nice afternoon. He had a fire going and supplies set out to make some green elder ointment. The whole experience was terribly nostalgic. Here he was back in the Range again and brewing medicinal concoctions next to his father's old tractor. How strange to come full circle.

Álarr set out some bowls, trying to focus his mind on the task at hand but still his thoughts wandered unbidden. He was grateful to have found a new home in his old haunts but he couldn't help but think about his siblings and his father. What were they up to now? Was Valentine even still alive? Had he passed and Álarr simply didn't know? His father was easily the oldest wolf he'd ever known.

Picking up a stick between his teeth he stirred the coals.