Álarr considered his future, debating the pros and cons of several opttions. When he learned that Corbie had created her pack very near and on old Fireside lands he took it as a sign and decided to join. He was already familiar with the lands, had several storage dens and he'd enjoyed the brief time they'd had together talking. Of course he wanted to get a bit more information as to what she had planned for her pack to see if he would be a good fit but if luck was on his side he might have a new home.

Álarr worked his way through the knolls to the familiar northern border of the range. Once there he tipped back his head and called for the new alphess. Afi settled next to him and began to groom while Brynhildr kept watch from the sky. It didn't hurt to be a little extra cautious.

Ayer had just finished tying off the hide that Corbie was holding onto the wooden frame of a shelter when the call came from the border. The voice was somewhat familiar in its timbre, but she could quite place it, and her curiosity was piqued. Still, she took a moment to eye the shelter they'd just completed, something like a tent with the poles buried in holes to make it semi-permanent. Just big enough for a few wolves to sit in out of the sun, with hide walls that could be rolled up in the summer or down in inclement weather. A sheep-minder's hut, set where anyone in it could watch this particular pasture in relative comfort. There was a much larger shelter in the works further into the pasture for the sheep, as well, but it wouldn't be completed for some time yet. There weren't enough paws for all the work to be done to set up, though luckily the barn and the structures Fireside had left were doing well enough for the time.

With a quick stretch and a sigh of contentment, Ayer swinging up onto her shoulders and Ren following at her heels, Corbie set off to answer the call, hoping the short wait hadn't been an issue for the caller.

A somewhat familiar face to go along with the somewhat familiar howl greeted her, and it took her a moment to place him. When she did, her politely friendly expression lit up. "Alarr! Welcome to the borders of Avalon," she said to him. "What can I do for you?"

Álarr quietly watched Afi's ears twitch as the old cat seemed to drift off to sleep. He knew the cat well enough to know it wasn't a full, deep sleep but rather a lighter rest and at the first sign of trouble the cat would spring to action before he even had a chance to comprehend it. Afi's eyes opened, head turning swiftly and Álarr followed his companion's gaze to see Corbie arrive.

He smiled softly and dipped his head in a respectful greeting. "Hello Corbie, I hope you've recovered well after your victory. I've come to ask about Avalon and learn more of your pack. You see, I seek a new home and am very familiar with the lands Avalon has now claimed. I wonder if I may be a good fit. Have you any need of healers and fighters?"

Alarr expressed his hope that she had recovered from her challenge, and Corbie nodded. "I have, thank you." She listened gravely to his words as he laid out his reasons for seeking her out. "Avalon is going to be focused on providing a good life for those in need, protecting the wolves who live there and the stock we depend on from those who would harm. The pack is meant to provide a place for wolves to improve themselves and each other." She smiled at him. "And yes, we could absolutely use healers and fighters. Especially healers - we have no one yet with real experience in healing wolves yet, though I know a little of the ailments of livestock and the very basics of first aid. It would be good to have a real healer around."