Moonspear Losing everything is like the sun going down on me

Alaric was pleased when others found his singing appealing, much like his story telling. There was an art to it and he loved it just as much as the former. It was nice to share it. Though he hadn't had time to share much with many. He was just a background wolf in a pack of stars. And that was alright.

I'm fine. It is an adjustment, simply because I was not used to home, but there is nothing unbearable about it.

Alaric had made no strong ties. He had traded with some, but mostly kept to himself surprising even himself. I look forward to when the little ones are bigger and I can ease their little scraps and cuts and take them on adventures. Tell them stories and sing them little songs. It will please me to be a fun uncle to any and all who wish to christen me such, if it be in the cards.

A lopsided grin on his face.