Hear the sigh of the trees
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Alder wouldn't say much of course... he's hard to play when he's like that ><

No this had not been easy. But if his brother could have seen the look on their mother's face he would have seen that it would have been worse to stay and disappoint her once again. She had said to visit, and though it was not the same as a kick in the rump Alder understood what she meant. Perhaps it was all in his mind, perhaps he was the only one that saw his lack of progress in becoming a productive pack member and a wolf. But he thought he saw it in the matching blue orbs of his mother, and so it projected into every instruction. Leave, he had heard. Go, he had felt. So here he was, being invited into his brother's home and feeling the warmth inside of it. It was quiet inside, and Alder wondered where his mate hid. But he kept from looking around too deeply, knowing that one's home was a private thing.

The Dreamer sat by the fire, happy to no longer be walking and standing in the snow. He felt too large for the chairs that sat in the room, and felt more comfortable on the floor. The fire melted any snow that lingered on his thick pelt while eyes followed his brother to the couch.

Alder could hardly comprehend the idea of being a father. The steps to becoming one were pretty much beyond him as well. So he found it a fascinating idea, and had become excited at the idea of being an uncle to the pups that Haven and his mate Princess would bring to the world. Anu had spoken about her Knight son and the possibility for a few nieces and nephews this winter often after she had been told the news. While she spoke Alder had envisioned it, and found comfort in the idea that he might have someone to play pretend with and share his tips and other games with. He had wanted to go back to the childhood.

We're all very excited. He spoke for the rest of his family in Crimson Dreams. Alder figured that the Knight wouldn't be scared, but only because he knew that he would be. He hadn't heard of Haven ever being frightened, never heard him speak of being scared and had never seen it in his face.

Alder looked from his brother's face to the floor. The heat of the fire was beginning to be be too much for him, or it could have been the thoughts of his troubles at home that brought a flush of embarrassment to his skin.

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