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Alaric was taking a brief moment to himself away from the healer's ulaq. It had taken him by surprise to get inundated with wolves. The boy Quennel and then Chakliux. He wondered at that one, but said nothing. It was not his place to question only heal. And he liked it that way. It caused him less drama at the very least.

He found himself outside his den sorting through the small things he had found for tiny teeth. Pups were going to be a staple in this pack he was fairly certain and to keep happy pups during treatment it paid to have goodies. So he moved about the smaller bones, but long enough they wouldn't choke, the hoof clippings, there were some antlers and he had even managed to find a few squirrel tails for them to bat around. He smiled, as he sorted.

A jaunty tune fell from his lips. His voice warm and husky, full bodied. Something he had also worked on. Sometimes tunes were better than stories and he was just fine with that.

She's a whistle on the wind. 
A feather on the breeze. 
A ripple on the stream. 
She is, sunlight on the sea. 
She's a soft summer rain. 
Falling gently through the trees.
And I Love her.


And i love her by passenger