Slinking past all of the other wolves, Alcarié bolted back into the woods with a huff, muttering something about pack wolves and their strangeness, not to mention their aloof attitudes. "Hehe, reminds me of the Pack of the Northern Sun, very odd." He suddenly looked towards the sky, eyes slitting in sadness. "You would have liked them Viveral, the Pack of the Northern Sun. Perhaps some of these to if you were still here." He bowed his head slightly and let his shoulders slump, ragged fur seeming to lose what little sheen it had gotten. "Do you remember the story of Wolfbane and Ratha, the world cat Viveral? You used to sit up for hours with me and make me tell the story over and over." He tipped his head to the side slightly, as if looking at someone sitting there. "What was it that made you like it so much? The friendship two beings with so much difference becoming inseparable? Or the tragedy? Which one?"

((im confused))

((um you mean alcarie?))

Spirit noticed alcaire was missing so she ran to find him

Raze watched as she walked out, itching to swipe at Spirits muzzle for acting like a pup. Her pack should have been more important then some loner, but there she was running off to find him. Sighing, he padded after Anieu. "I might as well join you, if you don't mind. I don't trust that loner, no matter how weak he looks." He muttered, making sure he stayed a few wolf lengths behind the leader. 

Alcarié flicked his ears as he was knocked out of his thoughts by another's voice. Grumbling, he was about to pad off when the sound of crumbling rocks came along with it. "What kind of trouble has she gotten herself into now." He mused and padded off to go find Spirit. Moving quickly, he grabbed her scruff before she could fall over the edge. "Careful." He growled through her fur.