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Changes had made him grow up. Changes in the small world he thought untouchable had taught the male that even the most constant of things were susceptible to the power of change. The boy was no longer, in the times of war Alder had become the grown wolf he never thought he would become.
He was still timid, shy and cautious but those power did not hold him from living. The tall male stood beside his faithful friend, and one of the few, think stiff brush lifting away the dust of the morning's ride. Despite the war and the fighting Alder never felt so concrete in place in the Court, more solidified in his position then ever before.
The Marshall gave the black and white shire horse a hearty pat on his flank and smiled. Though there had been loss, and holes in his life they did not rule every moment. Anann was gone, so was Rem and Alder missed them. But the feeling did not weigh on him so much that he felt it hard to stand. As he had felt when his mother had been taken from Crimson Dreams.
Instead of being defeated he decided to keep to his routine. Moving to pet the long nose of the horse Alder took a small moment in the calming presence of Hawthorn.
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