Moonspear Bring back what once was mine

Lately Alaric was busy chasing borders. Doing what he needed to do. Keeping an eye on the younger wolves of the Spear. And he was failing. Treepie was nearly catatonic, refusing to speak to anyone. Tiki was constantly leaving. He hadn't seen Akrux much. The little ones of Pala he stayed away from, not really caring for their mother who brought trouble and was disrespectful. No, he wasn't doing well as the leader he didn't think, but he was trying. 

A she wolf stood at the center of a call. Layered in colors of fog and frost. He tilted his head and dipped it down. 

Hello. What brings you to Moonspear. I'm Alaric.