Moonspear But these cuts I have they need love to help them heal

Some of the wolves of Moonspear were moving towards the ocean. Alaric thought about it, but ultimately decided to stay here. He liked the danger that colored the mountain too much. And he had grown complacent in his time here and had set up shop permanently in a way with his herbs. Granted he could move them if he must, but he'd prefer not too.

Alaric heard his name being called and he lifted head, green eyes vibrant and happy. A small smile lit up his face. 

Njord! How are you?