Moonspear just the way I like it here

Alaric heard the call and headed down the mountain. And as he always did he arrived from above. Rock to rock and then a cat like leap to stand in front of the youth in front of him. A cursory sniff and he knew this was the young man that had spoken to treepie. He lifted his head, smelling his daughter. He looked around, but didn't see her two tone pelt or blue eyes. 

Hello. The youth had a look in his face that he recognized, but he couldn't quite place it yet.