Firefly Glen Kaggik

Alaric could tell all sorts of stories, dark ones, happy ones, short ones, long ones. he loved to share his words with others. Tell stories he had heard and learned throughout his short life. He had a memory for it.

Alaric shrugged a shoulder. I was raised in a family of story tellers and healers. My family used to travel from pack to pack sharing their stories, their healing prowess and sometimes their skills for hunting and other things.

he smiled as he remembered his grandparents and his mother. Who was still alive, he was sure, but he would probably never see her again.