Alaric found his way through the throng of wolves. A multitude of majestic colors and lifting and raising voices all coming to a loud staccato that made his breathing uneven, but all in a good way. He had not realized how much he missed others until he was here among all these ones. he had been on the mountain so quietly and it had been fine. But he had been lonely. Elentari and Sialuk were shadows of themselves and he could not blame them. Two sons gone. One his own. It was painful. Heart wrenching. But sometimes children did that. They wandered off no matter how hard you tried to hold them tightly.
He moved through the packs, an assortment of furs and baubles on his back. Singing a jaunty song under his breath as he did so.
He moved through the packs, an assortment of furs and baubles on his back. Singing a jaunty song under his breath as he did so.
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