Moonspear Til the Darkest thought makes me want to try these wings

Alaric moved about the spear. Everything was quiet. The girls were taking care of the babies. He had been with them just this morning. Now he patrolled. The quietness of the spear, itched him beneath his coat of obsidian and brown. But he didn't know quite why. Concern was at teh forefront of his mind, for their caches were not large. He had known Rodyn had brought more wares. But how long would they last. 

He took a deep breath and lifted his head. Voice lifting and dancing out in a rich baritone as he sang to the early light. Singing brought peace to his soul.