Apples don't fall far from... well you know

Álarr tested his weight on the broken paw. With the help of his companions he'd fashioned a bandaged cast that gave him enough support to manage some of his weight. He could walk, slowly but surely. It would definitely be awhile before he could help out in pack hunts. His ears flicked up at the sound of a familiar howl. That was Sparrow. His stomach flipped. He'd heard the pirates intent to raid everyone and he surely hoped that wasn't what she was here for. If it was he wouldn't have expected such an announcement.

After tightening his bandages a bit more he hobbled to the border to see what his former packmate wanted. He greeted her with a dip of his head. "It's been awhile. How are you doing Sparrow? I've heard the pirates having been getting into a fair bit of trouble."