Emberwood Immortal Fear, that voice so clear

Alaric continued on his way. Large paws tearing up the ground as he moved. Stopping to investigate around the area. He found himself in a wooded area, full of trees tall and vital. He had to smile, reminded him of home. He'd have to come back here in fall and jump in the leaves. He thought then of Amalia and a pang leaped at his chest. She would have found the nearest pile and jumped in. He wondered if she was playing with snow drifts when it wasn't so icy? He hoped so. He hoped nothing dulled his sister's sparkle.

The rain that pelted him was uncomfortable, but nothing more than usual. He stopped for a moment beneath a tree to wait out the worst of the down pour.