Moonspear Matumani

Alaric came and went. He smelled different scents as the mountain grew. And some more poignant than others at Sialuk's own Ulaq. She had not called on him, so he didn't go in search of her. He was not one that usually went after things. And he had determined that night upon the grove of dancing. That he was meant to be a bystander he felt. at least in this way.

He would tell stories of Moonspear and the surrounding areas. Entertain, make them happy.

He heard the call and with impish smile he trotted towards it with a fond smile. Hunter brother! He called out with glee, the smile fixed upon his impish face, green eyes alight with mirth as they always were.