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The horse did not look away, staring out into the wood, but he did nicker the sound Alder knew to be wolf. His brown creased. The fired was burning well, and he stepped away to reach the edge of the clearing and looked beyond his companion. It was getting darker by the passing moment, and there was a small fear that a monstrous creature had stumbled across their camp.
They had picked the wrong place, a cave would have been a better hiding place. Their scent would not be able to be carried with the wind. But he knew that Hawthorn wouldn't have been able to hit inside... This meeting was their fate.
Alder spoke, calling out to whom ever was out there. Hello?? A question lingering on in the dim light. There was a stirring on the ground, Alder moved towards it, unsure but still curious. Who goes there? Another call, blue eyes searching the snow and leaves. It was a male, his scent clear as day, but he looked curled in pain. The Courtier's demeanor changed in an instant. The male hurried towards the seemingly injured creature, who look up at him with weakened gray eyes. Are you okay? Another question, the only one that he hoped the stranger would give him an answer to. Alder frowned, lowered himself to the ground and looked him over with inexperienced gaze. He was no healer, but he would try is best.
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