Moonspear Coven

Alaric smiled at her and offered a small wink. My story is only as amazing as though who listen and take it to heart. So thank you for being an amazing audience, my lady. She had been truly an audience that bards prayed for. It was nice to ply his trade again. He loved a good story.

He stepped to the side while she inspected the area and scratched a soft spot and once she started to dig and looked to him to help. He stepped in large paws taking out dirt by the spot full. To the side he placed it, pushing it into a sort of circle in case she wanted to use it for something else. Sometimes he would make a circle in his den of dirt and then press it hard into the ground, into small hills that would be his resting place where he would put leaves and grass, or furs. He preferred furs.