Ankyra Sound [m] but i do it for the kids

It had been ages since Alaric had traveled from the spear, further than Moonglow, or Forneskja or even Redhawk. So it was with an eagerness that belayed that of a child taht he joined Treepie. There was another reason for his movements. After all, Tiuttuk hated leaving home. And as such he felt the need to keep a whether eye on her. Even if their current space was still riddled with awkwardness and unspoken words. But true to form, Alaric tried to make it fun. 

He darted ahead like a pup. Sang songs into the quiet. Danced along. He would leave Tree for moments an then return. Something clasped in his jaws. A feather, a stick,some sort of plant that he then tucked away into his fur.  And when they stopped. Well then. 

The forest that housed them was beautiful and large. Cooling from the summer sun. Alaric threw himself forward into the loam and he explored all the nearest nooks and crannies. Humming under his breath.