A Meeting with a Name

Álarr hunkered down in his den as the snow storm passed through Avalon. He'd have been content to remain there the following day but duty called and with a grumble he burrowed out of his den to attend the meeting. Afi refused to accompany him out into the cold but Brynhildr was excited for the meeting and chattered happily to him as she flew through the air.

Álarr marched through the snow, ears pinned against the wind and a grateful sigh left his lips as he entered the shelter of the barn. A few of his pack mates were already there. He gave a nod of greeting to both before sitting down next to Sanctus. His tail wrapped around his paws and he watched for a moment as Brynhildr found herself a perch in the rafters before turning his attention back to Corbie.