You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

Alaric was patrolling through the Aspen forest once more, his cane corsos Maul and Cinder were right behind him. That's when a familiar scent entered his nose. Oath, the priest of the band. He had last seen him at the band meeting and the funeral of Vayne. Alaric had ignored the rainbow spotted male's sermons altogether, seeing them as pointless and irritating. Alaric followed the scent, motioning Maul and Cinder to follow. When Oath was in sight, Alaric cleared his throat and dipped his head in some respect towards the horned wolf. "It's a good day today." He stated, trying to make small talk. "It'd be a good day to get a spar or some training in." He rolled his shoulders forwards in a stretch.