The sort of folk 'round here

Álarr noted the raised brow but was relieved Sanctus didn't think him out of his mind for talking of a spirit encounter. There was a time Álarr might have thought such himself if some wolf told him of spirits haunting the living and causing them injury. "Probably a few more weeks. It's getting better but unfortunately these sorts of injuries take time."

Sanctus offered to get him something and Álarr shook his head. "I appreciate the offer but I'm fine for now. Any work you do for the pack will help all its members, including me." He picked up the antler in his jaws and expertly hooking a tine around the lip of the bowl he pulled it from the fire to cool. "So Sanctus, are you originally from this area or far away?"