Monster hunter

Alaric was in the boneyard with Maul. The two were in search of a sparring partner, but Alaric had yet to send out the call. He was inspecting the bones currently, looking them over with a curious gaze. How did so many get here? He'd never stop to smell the metaphorical roses before. Maul was trying to chew on one of them, to which Alaric rolled his eyes in a somewhat loving manner. It seemed the cane corso was wiggling it's way into his cold, apathetic, heart. He felt a little less alone with the beast nearby. A little less...lonely.