Moonspear great-aunt

Alaric heard the call and he moved through the pack lands. Around his shoulders he carried things he had traded in other areas. Bones with feathers attached by willow branches, or with them in the racks, pretty rocks, there were furs, mostly small, but he did have one deer pelt. Branches with strange twists and turns, Pouches he had made like the one he carried around his throat and herbs.

This was something he was used too. Trades. It was always a good time as long as everyone was fair.

Totally stealing this because it has so much to do with Alaric's back story <3 if you'd like someone else to take it let me know and i'll delete.