Winter Moon

It seemed the snow was beginning to melt in every region now, a signal that spring was coming and pushing winter out of its way. And Alarik was happy about that. While he loved the colder weather, it was easy to get tired of the constant sight of snow everywhere. He chuckled as he walked across the plateau, occasionally squelching his way through piles of slush. It was a transition that had to be made, from season to season. For a while things had to be all wet and nasty. But he didn't really mind all that much. The mud and slush reminded him of the games he and his siblings used to play as pups, making total messes of themselves all the time.

Alarik had allowed himself to be carried away by his thoughts again, and so he almost didn't notice the presence of the other wolf until he was about ten yards away. As Alarik curiously padded closer, the stranger sneezed, and the young man chuckled a bit. "Bless you," he said quietly, chuckling again as he came a bit closer, taking a moment to notice the interesting markings this man had. "Are you alright?" he asked kindly. There was something about him that seemed worried or nervous or something, and Alarik was nothing if not a gentleman. He would offer help if he could.