Swiftcurrent Creek Narrow streets of Cobblestone

Arric could be as cold as a winter night if he needed, but he had fought for most of his life to stay calm and zen like. It was how he was able to control the blood lust that had reared it's ugly head in generations of his father's, father's, fathers. Arric fought a smile again. This wolf.

Arric followed the gesture with warming gaze. Looking past the horizon, and into the mist. He would need to venture there of course now, meet those that lived among the rise.

Healing? I have deep respect for healers. My father was a warrior and a healer. Whose to say you can't be both, or one or the other. Everyone is needed and everyone should be respected given that what they chose to do. The way I see it. You are just putting the world back together a little from the pain the warriors inflict.

Arric made a soft chur in his throat. I never had much time for those that were simply warriors. There is more to life than that to me. Not that I condemn them their choices, and I fight when I must to protect what I must. I fight well. But well...tch...

Arric shrugged a well muscled shoulder. There are other things that I like as well.