The Spirit Sage!

Alarik was still traveling, exploring and hoping to meet new people. He figured if he wanted excitement in his life, he'd have to go looking for it himself. And winter was turning into spring now, which meant that the lands he was exploring were much more interesting to look at. He liked the cold weather of winter, but eventually one grew tired of the endless sea of white.

After spending some time in the east, Alarik ventured south for a slight change of scenery. Today he found himself in the plains, walking through the long grasses and patches of earth that poked out through the snow. It was a nice night, cold but not unbearably so. Alarik walked on with his own thoughts as company until suddenly he saw someone else up ahead. Another male, looking up at the night sky. He didn't want to disturb him, so he restrained from sending a friendly bark of greeting and instead waited until he was closer. Close enough to speak at a normal volume. Of course, the night was silent so the stranger could probably hear Alarik approaching anyway. "Lovely night, isn't it?" he said by way of greeting.