Moonspear Seasons in the sun

Alaric stood for a moment as his song faded and danced along the wind and mountain. A small smile lighting up the corner of his maw at the youthful voice that called him. He wasn't certain of its owner yet. He was too far away. But he could call back surely.

On nimble toes and paws he danced amd raced past the ricks and bsck to solid ground. A whip of his tail, a nosecto the sky. He let the little pup whomever it was know he was coming and the bard was off.

He skidded to a stop and felt his maw wrinkle in delight at the little dear face of the child Acrux.