Moonspear Frozen here on the ladder of my life

Alaric moved through the pack lands again. In his maw, some antlers and sticks he had found. He wanted to put them some place where when he was treating children, if he ever had the chance. The spear was full of healers. Perhaps he should have tried to find a place with less wolves with the same trade as he. He briefly thought of the woman Avicus. He could have tried his luck there maybe? Eh whatever, he was in for the long haul he supposed.

There would be children to tend too and wounds to fix and sickness. He knew this. So quietly under his breath he hummed as he walked. Music dancing through his heart, ever so often moving in place a small little dance break. No one could say Alaric Willow wasn't a content and happy wolf. Sharp eyes glittered happily.