Broken Boulder and he will drag the whole universe into war

The Sanctuary was growing. Despite the Governor's half-formed expectancy that his pack would eventually fall, the once little family thrived and expanded with each day. Everywhere he went, Alarian glimpsed new faces around his home; still not familiar to him, but in time they would be. Not a burst, but a slowly-rising swell of confidence followed the growth. He carried himself not with overwhelming authority, but with a new ease that spoke more clearly of his position.
He was quick to answer the call at the borders, lessening the emphasis on his limp with some effort as he approached. The stranger was tall, formidably built, and his coat burned bright under the sun. Alarian managed not to falter, but found himself without words as he drew nearer; whoever he was, he was kind of super hot. He paused, glancing briefly over the male with the barest hints of admiration behind his gaze.
Welcome to the Bracken Sanctuary, Business-mode kicked in, saving him from embarrassing himself; for perhaps the first time ever, Alarian was grateful to be able to hide behind his rank. I'm Alarian, the Governor; is there anything I can do for you?