The news his sister had sent had trickled down to his ears. It made the young man cry at first, questions welling like tears and pouring from his maw. But no one had any. Alder vaguely remembered running from the cabin, the moments a blur of emotion as he ran full speed to the stables. In the dark of night the horses screamed and kicked at their stall walls in fright as the predictor ruthlessly paraded through their home without warning. He stopped at Hawthorn's door, the black horse melting into the shadow of his stall, white blaze all that could be seen. But when Alder opened the door the massive Shire moved quickly out and without a word of high or low speech he mounted the horse and kicked his heels into his sides.
The air was cold, whipping at his short mane and the ink black mane of the stallion. The territory passed by him, and he took the trails he knew were the easiest to navigate in the dark. Alder had made the trip countless times, but never had he with such fury. The giant wolf kicked the horse again as they reached the tree less hills that separated his home from that of his mother. And as he neared, the faint smell of the Dreaming world touching his nose, he fought not to break down like a witless pup without his mother.
He had never done something so dangerous, for the horse was beginning to fail and the chance for him miss-stepping was greater then ever in the darkness. His pelt glistened with sweat and his mouth gasped for air. But they continued. His heart began to pound in his head as he neared Crimson Dreams, 'Thorn slowing from fatigue. The trees made it impossible to gallop, but Alder followed the path that had brought him back home a hundred times before at a pace faster then he would ever recommend on horseback.
His mother was gone, stolen by the AniWayans that she had always supported. Alder gritted his teeth as he thought of it, enraged more so then he ever had been at the idea. Captured, taken. Just thinking the words made him growl loudly. He needed answers, needed to hear that Anu was home or that she was coming home. Or he would go get her. His lips quivered with anger, the hot blooded emotion one he had never known before.
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