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Alder loved his brothers. Though there had been moments where he had been angry with them, he loved them still. They were family, brought into the world by their sire and dam but connected for life by their mother and her love. It was not odd for him to find that there were other sons of Gabriel. Haven was a half brother, and not even related to him through any blood line. Simply love. They could have been friends, brought together by fate and drawn together by a single connection, then bonded by friendship. But it had been obvious from the beginning that that would not happen here. His mother had been right, just as Alder had always believed she would be, there was no place for any of her sons in Inferni. Not even in friendship.
But Alder had spoken his thought, and his feeling. Such was a great task for the masked male, who normally pleaded for kindness and quivered and babbled for friendship. He felt a warm sense of pride at his simple statements, even though it had not brought him closer to his kin. It hadn't brought him any better knowledge of the direction out of the claimed territory either, but Alder was not without flaws. Though, as the stranger forced the mare to back up to make his leave Alder was left with a grand sense of clarity. It was as if Hawthorn cringed at the sight of the mare, who fought forcefully against the command. The dark stallion snorted angrily himself, though did not make a movement forward to press against the lead Alder held.
The tall brown and black wolf shook his head, apparent in his distaste for the other's ruthlessness towards the mare. Some horses were better off in a wild herd, even the Marshal would not force such a unruly beast into a life it refused to live. He turned, nickering to the horse to follow – though it was apparent that Hawthorn wished to watch the other horse a bit longer – and looked out into the forest that he figured he had come from. He hadn't even gotten his name... It made no difference.
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