Moonspear I can't wait for this feeling to free me

Caught in a stranglehold was Alaric Willow. Put upon a throne he had never intended.  But somehow he had gone and made himself important to a pack and it's villagers. And now their queen was gone and he had to step up. He snorted to himself quietly the irony. He was not exactly leader material. He was the laugh at your jokes, let's dance a jig, let's smoke the grass type of guy.  And yet here he was.

Sialuk one of his dearest friends was now gone. And he was even more alone than he had been when he came here, because he cared. He wanted to not care. Be that carefree, smile at you make you scream with laughter then leave type of guy. And well now he couldn't. And he said he wanted to, but did he really?

So he made a slow patrol of the borders. Stopping to stare put over the lands unknown. He lifted his voice with a song, letting the deep tones fall down over the rocks with a splash and a hum.