Moonspear My Shangri-la, I can't forget

Alaric was happy to sit here all day and sort through his herbs. He was also absolutely pleased to get up and leave. That was the good thing about being the kind of wolf that he was. He didn't get to fussed.

Whisper of footpaws on sharp rock and he lifted green eyed gaze to swing his head in the direction of them. Then a voice reached out across the divide and curled through his ears. One tilt forward, one tilt back and he dipped his muzzle in a show of deference. Keeping his body neutral.

I'm Alaric Willow. Trader, Storyteller, Healer. I came to collect the stories of MoonSpear with Sialuk's permission. But once I got here. Well I smelled more wolves and figured I'd better get permission again before i went traipsing all over your pack borders like some kind of interloper.

He smiled and shifted so she could see the fur pelt at his paws, the herbs layered and nicely organized. he didn't want her to think he was lying.