Winter Moon

The man named Spider asked him what he was doing out here. That would work well enough for a conversation starter, Alarik supposed. He smiled a bit and shrugged as he settled onto his haunches in the thin layer of snow. "I don't really know," he admitted. "I've been traveling around aimlessly like this for a while. Just exploring, meeting new wolves. I guess I'm still kind of searching for a purpose."

He knew that sounded kind of depressing, but he hoped it didn't come across that way. When his family had come here, they'd had a purpose in mind. But, as it turned out, they weren't needed to fulfill that purpose anymore. So what were they to do? Surely Alarik wasn't the only Xanilov sibling suffering from this odd feeling of emptiness and restlessness. But, oh, he was being rude. He didn't want to focus the conversation solely on himself. He offered Spider a smile. "How about you? What brought you here?"