My kind of rebirth tasted like blood

Alaric listened as Atreyu spoke. Meditation, eh? Wasn't his cup of tea. "I suppose so." He answered back briefly, flicking an ear. Atreyu spoke once more, he could see her fighting the tears brimming in her eyes as she pressed on in conversation. "Well, I just returned from meeting two packs of Auster. Tojo-Kai and The Hallows." He cleared his throat, trying to be honest. He has met with the leaders of the packs at their borders, bring them gifts of food in exchange for information. "However, that conversation can wait if you need an ear to listen to you." His voice softened a little. As much as he was not good at comforting others, he would at least listen to Atreyu should she decide to talk about what was on her mind.