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End this one? Maybe we could have another?? 
Alder had his share of insecurities. He had, in the simplest of ways to describe himself, been born with them. Even as a small voiceless pup Alder had been timid. He had yearned for acceptance and he had wished to please. Alder had come to be grateful for his mother’s actions. She had told him to move away from Crimson Dreams, and even those small words were a large push for the male. He had moved to the Court, lived with his brother Haven and then moved out on his own. He wouldn’t have been able to do such a thing is he had stayed with the Dreamers. He wouldn’t have his rank and his position in the stables. He wouldn’t have Hawthorn and wouldn’t have been brave enough to come out into the neutral territory and meet Trent. They all had to come into their own, and Alder knew well how moving away (even just to the next pack over) could help to do that.
There was not much that came from the coywolf, his travels were obviously not something that he wished to talk about in detail. Alder fought to respect that, and after turning it over in his brain he was able to. He would try to remember that the topic was one that he shouldn’t bring up when they met in the future, something Alder hoped would happen. The masked male was no mind reader, but Trent’s nondescript answer was a clear message.
You must be tired. Lay down in you’d like. I have to find more firewood… Alder gave a small smile as he rose, brushing his paws on his thighs. The horse woke at his friend movements and shook his head. Alder called to him, feeling that perhaps the other male desired some time alone beside the fire.
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