Moonspear Ive Been in a cave

Alaric caught a scent on the wind and his fur bristled. It was a scent of deep loam and forest. Of darkness and intrigue. Of forests that stood sentry for along time. He shifted and followed towards it. His curiosity large. Because among it he smelled his daughter.

Alaric bristled further at teh voice that carried to him. But he met it with a voice of his own. I should hope so. I'd rather not get into a tangle today. And he stepped into view. The color of his coat and the brown on his ears and such. A clear give away, who his daughter was.

This man was a beast. Gargantuan and deep voiced. Once upon a time. Alaric would have enjoyed looking at him. But his heart felt of stone as of late. It was hard to muster.

What brings you to the Spear. I'm Alaric Willow.

his voice broke the stillness, a deep and commanding tone that carried through the quiet forest. you there. i come in peace.

Fine with me <3