Silverlight Terrace [m] salt whining

Alaric had not planned on finding a she wolf anytime soon. And to be frank, even with the scent on the air. He had not meant to now either. But the caregiver in him, forced his paw. And he headed towards the scent that burned his chest and eyes. And caught sight of a wolf that smelled of sea salt and brimstone. that was colored in auburn and flame. he tilted his head. She was young. Perhaps too young for him. But Alaric also knew that he could possibly be the best fit, as he would be gentle. Show her how it was ot be loved and then if she so desired let her go. But first and foremost. He had ot figure out exactly what it was she wanted. 

Hello there firebrand.