My kind of rebirth tasted like blood

Alaric was patrolling the land with his cane corsos, filling in the time and making sure everything in the area was secured. Sure, it wasn't their territory. The band was simply settling here temporarily, however, Alaric would rather be safe than sorry. Especially after what happened in the forgotten isle with the worm. His orange gaze flickered around the area, scanning for signs of life. Then he smelled it: Atreyu. He decided to follow her scent, not really bothering to hide himself as he approached. He cleared his throat, nodding politely her way. "Fancy seeing you here." He rumbled. Was that a joke? It was his poor attempt at one to say the least. He flicked a black tipped ear. "It's a quiet day today." He hummed lowly, trying to fill the void of awkwardness that was left after the failure of a pun.