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Alder often felt a great gratitude towards the female that he had traded Hawthorn from. She had been a kind soul, and considered his need for a heavy horse and his excitement to see that she indeed had once that would fit him. Alder had only brought a mare, small and thin as well as a few furs that were not the best of quality. But she could see the excitement and the joy in his face and have given him the obvious better end of the bargain.
To know that Liliana was dead had hurt the male greatly. The conflict with AniWaya had torn families apart, taken his mother and put her in immense danger and had destroyed the peace of the southern region. And Liliana had died while staying in Crimson Dreams. When his mother had told him of it, it had been after months had passed and he wished so much that he could have done something. All he had was Hawthorn to remind him of her.
The white hybrid spoke, and Alder read between the lines of her tone. And when she questioned him Alder hesitated slightly. When the problems between all the packs arose Alder had fled to Crimson Dreams in the hopes that his mother Anu would come home. There had been a great guilt once the fighting died down, for he had been in Crimson Dreams instead of protecting the Court’s borders. It was only the fact that Alder had charged into AniWaya beside Courtiers that eased that guilt. Not anymore, but I hope for the future. Alder spoke with obvious unease.
Her words were jest-like, but her features did not change and it made Alder unsure. He floundered in the shallow pools of small talk. What brings you to the track? Looking for a horse? he asked, curious to what made her drift over to the specific spot in the vast territory.
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