Written in the stars

Alaric took what Pleiada said with some grain of salt. Another pack. Great. He could feel his eyes rolling in his skull. "The men weren't well fighters? Sounds like lazy men." He scoffed, flicking an ear. He couldn't imagine being so useless that the women had to carry everything on their shoulders. No wonder the pack failed. He wondered if there were other pathetic packs such as theirs in these lands. Possibly. He wouldn't doubt it. "The wolves here are different from your mountain." And from his mountain. But that was the distant past. "You pelt looks like the stars." He commented casually. He sorta like it's appearance. It reminded him of the sky above them.