Moonspear Losing everything is like the sun going down on me

Alaric shifted through the pack lands. A jaunty step in his gait and a smile on his face. The throaty hum of a happy man as he traversed. A few dance steps inbetween the walk and the cliff. Always so close to the edge, skirting the danger like the jester that he was, and loving the thrill that colored up his spine and into the ruff of his fur.

He briefly thought of @Sialuk, realizing he hadn't seen her much. She was busy with her lovers and the pack lands, and he found himself contemplative. He felt a bit like the odd man out, and briefly wondered if he should move on to other pastures, though he also wasn't sure. So he pushed the thought aside and then lifted his voice to let it flow over the ground in a happy song. Words blending and echoing and a smile on his face.