Let's see what you're made of

Álarr finished tending to his small garden, making sure the plants were watered and that there was limited signs of insect damage. He was more of a forager than a farmer but had long been curious about the practice of growing various herbs so he decided to try a few. He paused in his efforts when he heard Corbie calling for the pack fighters. Swinging by his den he grabbed his things as well as his companions. He'd rather be over prepared than under prepared. Afi lay stretched out across his back grumbling. "The afternoon is prime nap time, Álarr. You tell her that. No meeting-"

"I don't think the pirates are going to wait until you're done with your nap, Afi," Álarr interrupted. The cat grumbled under his breath, his claws sharp on his wolven companion's skin.

When he arrived Álarr dipped his head in greeting to Corbie then took a seat to wait for the others as Afi leapt off his back to groom his fluffy feline tail.