Snowmelt festival!

Álarr was eager for the return of spring and the new plant life that would follow. His stores had taken a hit over the winter and of course the down time had set his mind to whirring with new ideas and experiments to conduct. He was eager to get started. Álarr kept a set of herbs ready to tend to the sheep as needed as well as as a preventative. He still felt a bit awkward tending to prey animals but would do his best to assist. As a fighter, though, he'd shifted his duties to focusing more on the borders. Hungry bears would be waking from their winter slumbers and already he'd caught scent of one far too close for comfort.

Álarr shifted his head to the sun and noted its downward trend. There was to be a festival tonight. He headed back to his den, cleaning up and loading the ale onto his wooden travois. He arrived to see Corbie at the feast as well as Merlin, one of the yearlings. "Good evening, I've brought the ale I've been fermenting."