for Dawali post dated to around 1.20
Times were troubling for the young male. He had spent many days with his brother and the lands of Cour des Miracles were becoming as familiar a place as his birth pack. It brought a hope to Alder, but then… he was still troubled. Crimson Dreams had always been his home, how could he not return to his mother’s side? He was eager to see her comforting face once more, the scent that told he was safe, the voice that spoke words of a calming ease and the softness of her nose against his crown to tell him he was home once more.
He could adapt, surprisingly, to the ways of a new place. He had always thought that he would have one place, one home, one of everything. But it didn’t have to be the case, he could change even though he had thought that he couldn’t. It was a shock to his simple mind and his weak personality. To think that he was able was new, he constantly believed that he wasn’t. But now, he was.
It brought courage, though it was only enough to make him venture beyond the safety of pack lands and nothing more. He had thought about going somewhere new, or to the place of his father’s rule and seek out the doggish male to let him see the statuesque beast he had become in his adolescence.
He thought to return to the Dreaming lands as well, to speak of his adventure in the Miracles world and perhaps even boast a bit. But he did not have the heart nor the pride to do such a thing and the blue eyed wolf found that he crossed the scented borders of Crimson Dreams twice, cutting through the small patch of coast line the pack owned. Nose pointed towards the castle that he and Haven had explored when he was just a small whelp.
The Trenches were vast despite his assumption, and the castle did not come into view as quickly as he thought it would. Westward he roamed, long lupus legs carrying him through winter’s hold and up yet another hill. Spotting the tree line he ran to it, searching the cover from the wind and perhaps a bit of comfort from the creature’s his mother held so close to her heart.
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