Moonspear [m] Stolen Light

Blue eyes on his face. Soft fur and bright eyes. She was always pretty. They grew them different around here. Alaric knew this.

He called all sorts of wolves nicknames, but usually he tried to stick to one. Sialuk was always going to be Lady Sialuk, as the wolf in front of him would always be sweet thing. It fit her many facets. She was always sweet like caramel candy and yet she had a bit of a bite that was wild. Prideful even. And the spicy way that Sweet thing rolled off his tongue, just seemed to fit her. 

A chuckle a deep bow. Thank you.

He pulled his paws from the dirt as she spoke. Realizing this was going to be a more serious conversation. A frown curled around his maw at the mention of the attack, deepening when she spoke of Talisman. That was hard to take. he had liked the strange little coyote. And Kusuma had been horribly frightened.

Alaric studied her look. The way she seemed to want to know something, but he had no idea what. 

Has something else happened? Are you alright? He looked her over for any outside wounds. Not knowing that it was inside that was pained. Yet. 

Given that he probably wouldn't know unless he was told, since Argent has been away for so much. I'm going to go with he doesn't know yet.