down but not out

Álarr tended to his wounds and tried not to brood too much on the battle. It was strange going against a former pack mate and he'd been surprised, and impressed, at how much Úlfr's skills had improved. Still, he was not used to be on the losing side of raids. It was very different being part of a smaller, more peaceful pack than a militant or roguish one. Clearly they needed to increase their fighting strength but Álarr couldn't help but wonder if he was getting past his prime. The coming spring would bring him his seventh year. His thoughts drifted again to his siblings, Tyrian and Torrent. He couldn't help but wonder when or if he might see them again.

He lifted his muzzle from his tea at the sound of Corbie's call. After finishing the last swig and licking the remains of his chin he headed to the fire where Twig and Corvus were already assembled. He dipped his head to them as well as to Corbie before settling down to listen.