[/html]They both knew whom Alder was speaking about. Alder would never believe that Sebastian did not know whom he meant, that it did not at the very least come to his mind. Still the red male did not allow Alder to pass and reach Hawthorn. The horse made no move, somehow knowing that the two wolves had unfinished business that needed to finally come to a head. He looked up, catching the other male’s stare and holding it for as long as Sebastian was able. It was not very long, and Alder was grateful that the burning of his eyes did not swell into full-blown tears. The one who’s scent you wore for days. Hours, days, it almost felt like weeks.
He could not look at him, for when he did there was someone behind him. A faceless wolf, the only thing about him that Alder recognized was the scent that somehow weaseled it’s way into his nose. That scent. The figmant of Alder's imagination then touched Sebastian. He petted his shoulder, his fingers falling between the soft fur to hold his arm. He pressed himself again Sebastian’s back, other hand wrapping around to feel his creamy white chest and to hold the red male close against him.
To imagine Sebastian's reaction was too hurtful and he just simply couldn't bare the pain. Without moving away nor closer to the other wolf Alder felt planted to the ground I thought… He added helplessly, blue eyes still looking away.
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