The Spirit Sage!

It seemed this Mystro had much more to be said about his religion, so Alarik fell quiet and looked up at the stars as he listened patiently to everything the man said. This religion had been important to his family for generations and generations. It all began when one wolf was chosen to help the distressed and in need of protection. He was the first Spirit Sage. And when his children were born, he taught them to do the same, but not all of them followed the path.

It was an interesting story that ended with Mystro losing his mother, who had taught him to be a Spirit Sage. And now, he felt responsible. He had to carry on his beliefs and bring children to the world to keep the religion going. And that was something that Alarik could actually understand, in a way. "I'm sorry to hear about your mother," he said first, before going on: "I know this isn't quite the same thing, but I feel a similar pressure from my own family. You see, my blood, we're known as the Xanilov family. We were once great and powerful in this land, the leaders of a prosperous pack. But all of that crumbled, and now we're the progeny expected to bring greatness back to the Xanilov name."

Alarik sighed a little as he felt the weight on his shoulders again. "It's a lot to ask of someone."