Moonspear the gift

Sialuk's call came on the mountain air. Mixed with the cold snow. Alaric looked longingly at his den away from the wind where he housed cozy pelts and sweet smelling herbs, but he heeded her call.

Stepping into the space occupied with his own beat as always. Bobbing his head to a song currently playing in his mind.

He dipped his muzzle to Sialuk. Hey Lady Sialuk.

And settled beside Moonshadow. Learning your way about? You doing okay?

He asked gently. 

Though his smile and his eyes were always mischievous. You could see the care and concern hidden in them. Like small little gems.