Firefly Glen Cry little sister, (thou shall not fall)

It was actually quite cute that foot stomp

Alaric wasn't really thinking about it. He hadn't realized she'd not be able to see where he was pointing until it was too late. But she seemed to know what he meant and where at least. This was enough.

Alaric grinned back. It was good to see her. I've missed her.

He shook his head. I want to make my own home somewhere. I love my sister, but our personalities clash when we are too close together for too long. So it's better to have a little distance. See our father always called the two of us flight, careless, because we liked stories, and wandering. Rather than staying put. We like to stay put to, but we like a walk now and again. Our father never left the pack lands.

Alaric frowned in thought. I didn't take it personally. And I didn't try to change, Amalia did. She feels that she is careless and I hate it. Because she's not. She's one of the kindest wolves i know.