Moonspear Frozen here on the ladder of my life

I apologize in advance for him. he's loud and exuberant and I hope he doesn't upset her shyness too badly.

More and more wolves were making their home upon the Spear, and Alaric found he didn't want to engage as much as he once had. Perhaps it was just he was tired. He had made a living from talking, trading and sometimes even flirting and he supposed in a way he was tired of it. That didn't mean that he didn't mind company, or to have a conversation. He just no longer sought it out. He also felt strangely alone here. He had never felt alone before, or lonely. But here he really did. Everyone was making bonds, and well he just wasn't. And he knew in part that was his absolute exuberance in all things. he was tiring. He shook his head to chase the musing and continued humming. If his mouth wasn't full he'd have broken out into song. He gave a soft little dance in place.

A voice behind him, one he didn't recognize. Thank goodness he was mostly towards his wooded Ulaq. He laid the items at his feet and turned. Green eyes danced in delight and a foot tap tapped. Then he smiled, just as impish as the green eyes.

Hi. Not building anything. I am a healer, storyteller, and trader. And I was gathering things to give to little ones for treats when they visit me for healing or for a story. Can't have unhappy little minds now can we. I'm Alaric Willow.

If only he had known she too had traveled most of her life, but he had done it to meet other's. He had found no one with his inclination to travel as of yet.