Moonspear They're out of order in love

The pack lands were quieting and there wasn't such a tension beneath the ebb and flow now that Elentari and Sialuk were through their cycle mostly.

Alaric had stayed away,  made sure to give the chosen fathers and the two women their privacy as much could be allowed in pack lands.

It was with a quiet spirit he moved through the spears forest. Nose to the ground, humming song beneath his breath as he searched for plants to put to the ground and save. Chamomile, Aloe, Mint, Dandelions, so many. He sought them out. The bag about his throat slowly filling back up again.