Moonsong Glacier Lost in the Shadows

Alaric tilted an ear forward. A small hum in his throat. Different ways. My parents and family came from packs of storytellers and healers, travelers. We traded our stories, our healing for rest, food. And so forth. Then as I went out on my own. I expanded on what I already knew. Though i became more trader. Not just relying on stories and healing though I can do both well i feel.

He felt just in telling this. He was good. He could always learn more, but he wclectic lifestyle and what he had been through had helped shape him.

Alaric chuckled and shook his head.  No. Foxes don't smell as bad if they aren't with other foxes.