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

Álarr hoped his brevity wouldn't be off putting or cause to much inquiry into his past. He had a soft spot for the wolves of Fireside but certainly wouldn't let that get in the way of his duties to Avalon. After all, he didn't care much for the idea of Sparrow and her wolves taking the packs hard earned food, herbs, or other items. In particular he'd worked hard on his various wines and liquors. It would be hard to resist maiming someone who tried to put that work to waste.

He listened as Corbie spoke and nodded at the mention of a practice raid. That would be useful, it had been awhile since he'd been in a proper fight. "That would be beneficial. Do we have someone that could hold a training session for our wolves in the mean time? If not I can try, though I make no promises about my skills as an instructor."