Cedar Sweep A place to call home

Alder found himself bored most days while he waited for his children. Truth be told, he'd been doing mostly eating and sleeping of late. Halfway recovering from his sickness, and at the same time stocking up for when his children came into the world. 

Today found the rugged man in the Cedars between his own home and The Malkaria- lounging on his side and gnawing on the skull of a rabbit. Half of it was gone already, but when another wolfs scent came to him, Alder's ears perked up. A loner? It didn't smell like their neighbors, and the Pryor chuffed a warning greeting to whoever came close - his one good, open, blue eye was already strained in the direction she would come- but his posture was not overly dominant or aggressive. Tail high, sure, but when had he been anything but dominant and proud?