One night, as you do, we were talking about stuff... [Corbie]

Spring was slow in its arrival and winter gave one last party, dumping a few inches of wet, heavy snow onto the range. Álarr finished his patrol just before dark and decided it was time to speak to Corbie about his cousin's intent to raid. He was sure Sparrow would stop by at some point, but just in case he figured he should give his alphess a heads up.

Álarr entered the barn and shook the snow from his paws before settling in the doorway, watching the large, fluffy flakes fall from the sky. The air grew colder as the sun touched the horizon. He threw his head back and howled for Corbie. Hopefully, she was nearby and would be able to have an audience with him. If not he would try another time or perhaps pass the message along to one of Avalon's fighters.