[/html]As of late there had only been a single soul that graced his thoughts. The large wolf meandered through the cabin hurriedly and clumsily, gathering the essential items that were necessary for him to go and ride off into the neutral lands beyond the pack’s borders. A cold wind rushed through the open window, the wooden shutter had been left open… Alder reached out to close it, wrapping clawed fingers around it and then he paused. Blue eyes looked out into the failing light, his mind falling back to the thoughts that had moved him to leave the pack for sometime. Days, weeks maybe. Just long enough to get away from this hate and the hurt.
Fresh air flooded his nose, cool and speaking heavily of the fall that was just on its way. And yet the heavy and musky scent that had clung to the red wolf just days past was all he could smell. Alder had wished for more, he had wanted to feel and take more when he had asked that cruel orange eyed male to join him in the Court. Their bond was so deep, and from what Alder could ever understand in his inexperienced ways… pure. Friendship led to kinship and that had gone further to where Alder wanted Sebatian to join him in his pack lands. The day had been so joyous, and now things were crashing down quickly.
So he would leave. He would run away so that the male Sebastian had found and he could be together as they wished. A hand clenched the shutter at the thought, claws ripping though the wood as if it was nothing but soft flesh as he thought about his red fur being touch by another. Alder pulled it away, and it came cleanly form the wall with was seemed liked little effort at all. The masked wolf let it fall, and he left the house with a bluster to pack the bags that were strapped to the shire horse that stood beyond the cabin.
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