Dealer's hand

Alaric was back north with Maul in his heels. Alaric preferred the north to the south anyway. The thought of the dame named Melisande and her pack, Polaris, is what would eventually draw him back down to Auster. For now, he roamed the north in hopes of finding a good training partner. He lifted his head and let out a summoning howl. A spar. A good old fashioned challenge. Once the howl was sober he looked over to Maul, who was sitting down near a tree. "Now we wait." Alaric muttered to him. His hellfire eyes were scanning the trees for any roaming figures, his black tipped ears were perked for any responses to his call. He was eager to brawl.