High Noon

Álarr had eaten his fill of breakfast at the morning ceremony then set out to check on how Ulmaria and Stjarna were faring. Later as the sun climbed to its apex in the sky he returned for the mid-day ceremony. Leaving his pack with Ulmaria he headed back to the barn with Afi riding upon his back. The pallas cat lay stretched out on his belly, limbs hanging limply along the wolf's sides. Above them Brynhildr soared through the air, her pale plumage seeming to glow in the sunlight.

He dipped his head in greeting to Corbie and then took his place by the fire. As he moved to sit he swiftly crouched and twisted, sending the cat screeching off. "Flea-bitten beast!" Afi hissed as he strode back over to Álarr, fur bristled. "Is that any way to treat an old friend?"

Álarr snorted. "I could say the same. I am not your personal transportation."