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

Alarr was on board with the plan for her to call a fighter's meeting for her to assess where they were at training-wise before doing any training meetings. She nodded absently to him in acceptance as he excused himself to get some rest, her mind already working over the information he had brought to her. "Goodnight, Alarr," she murmured in return, turning to return to her duties in the pasture guarding the sheep. He had given her much to mull over, both about the Pirates' intentions to raid and her own need now to assess training for the pack. Planning would help her stay awake on watch, anyway, so she welcomed the additional input even more.

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