Ouroboros Spine Last fire will rise behind those eyes

Alaric tilted his head, and bounced his paws gently against the dirt. The quiet energy in him wanting to burst forth. An easy smile on his face, head tilt. He had learned to heal and tell stories at his mother's knees. He had learned the art of trade in his travels. He traded whatever it was that some wolves wanted. He had even traded in his own flesh once or twice, but it wasn't as bad as some may think.

I will be glad to meet your, is it Anaa? He repeated the title, hoping he had it right. Green eyes earnest. 

He nodded. I may, though Amalia and I we've been apart for a while now. I may decided to settle. Her scent is prominent around here. So I'm sure she's somewhere around here.

He held out a paw to her, in a gentle paw point. What about you lady sialuk? Did you return home to settle or just visit? If that's not to bold to ask?