Alric had been gone for too long, losing most of his puppyhood being away from those that were close to him. The wolves of Dawnbreak had always been home to him, even though his mother and father were never far from his mind. Painfully loyal to a fault, it was his duty to look after them. But he also had a duty to those of the pack, to seek out greatness for himself that would match the man he was expected to become. The yearling of gold and onyx had crashed back down to this world from the sky, seemingly out of nowhere earlier in the day.

His memory being the only thing that guided him back to those that he believed still loved him. Before long the sight of the large mountains had welcomed him back. Eyes of a vibrant vermillion hue stared off into the dense growth that was the forests of the Vale, wondering if anyone would be indeed glad to see him. Raising his maw to the sky, Alric called to the wolves of Dawnbreak. Then sat in silence, waiting patiently for someone, anyone, to answer him.