Set at the borders, forward dated to the 20th
Aleo had made many preparations to come back to Ichika for a while, the boy had stayed with Shiloh for a while, thinking of the female that had stolen his heart. He was clean and well kept that day, it was a day to she her. His mane was gathered in a pony tail on the side if his shoulder and his wounds had scarred up. They weren't as bloody or as bad anymore, on his chest were crisscrosses of scars from different times. Thanks to Shiloh's healing skills, the male hadn't gotten infection or pain. Remembering that night spent together with her was blissful, having that sense of purpose and closeness. The trust she had shown towards him made him feel content that he was able to protect. His mind was on an array of things, Shiloh, Sarian, Ichika, and his life. As he reached the borders, violet eyes searched for anyone, the area was still and desolate. Quiet and still. The man leaned against a fence, waiting quietly. He made a long howl, calling anyone to come. If it wasn't Shiloh, then whoever it was could take him to the woman. Her scent was very near, she had been around not too long ago.
He stayed there for a while, no one was there yet. He had made a few things in his free time, he made a fur cloak for Shiloh and a long rope made of long fabric braided together, for Sarian. Maybe for now she could chew on it. He carried them in his rucksack for them, neatly stuffed in. His gifts to them. He hoped that maybe one day Sarian could accept him as her father figure in life. There was a lot to learn and a mother can't do it all by herself. Leaning on the fence he looked very masculine and strong. He was a protector, a guardian of the peace.He had mentally sworn his commitment for Shiloh and Sarian. "Shiloh, I'm here." He whispered softly to the air.[/html]