arrival at last

Álarr stirred from his dreams, peering at the ray of sunlight that filtered in through the sides of the garden shed where he'd made his home in the Orchard. He'd been patrolling late into the night and as expected the morning sun had come to soon. With a sigh he stretched and gathered his pack back heading to the range to check on a few of his stores. Brynhildr, his raven, helped in tying some herbs up in the rafters to dry and she'd opted to sleep there to keep an eye on things.

Álarr was passing one of the lean to's when he spied a colorful young woman. He'd heard there were a few new members to the pack but hadn't had the chance yet to greet them. He shifted his course and called out to the woman. "Morning! If I'm not mistaken you are one of Avalon's new recruits yes? I'm Álarr, one of the pack healers." At least for now. With circumstances being what they were it was clear he needed to shift his focus more to fighting.