Moonspear Ive Been in a cave

Alaric stood looking down over the spear. Wondering was his daughter safe? Was she happy? Did they treat her well? Would she come home if she got too lonely? He had no doubt she would thrive, but he still worried. He was a father after all. But there were more children to father. More love of his to give. He knew this. And now Amalia was among them and he wondered if this would be the year, his sister would finaly give in and have little neices and nephews for him to spoil. He hoped to god that Killdeer didn't hurt Amalia. She was a happy, exuberant woman, but easily hurt. Sensitive even.

He sighed and slowly began to search among the rocks for something anything to put in the cache. A tilt of his head as he heard something moving about. he went into hunter's crouch.