Dragoncrest Cliffs the stars are blazing

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Whilst external wounds seemed to heal over time, the pressure in his chest had yet to fade away since conversing with Kendra. More than ever before he was confused, unable to rid himself of the internal disturbance. It was a greater nuisance than it was a legitimate pain, followed by jumbled thoughts and an inability to fix himself. It could be hidden, just as he so often did when it came to handling emotions, but ignoring his troubles didn’t free him from them; it never had before and seemed as if it never would. Still, attempts were made at burying the lingering effects of rejection, though he had no intention of giving up. Somehow, he believed, he would win her over. He could recall a time when it seemed as if they were closer than ever, during the famine, and so he relied on those memories for pointers. Through the forest and on the hunt for an edible offering, it was during his search that he stumbled across the Alpha—no, Heda—lounging in a clearing.

Slowing to a walk which, gradually, led him to a stop, Alexander observed the woman from the treeline. Inhaling, he glanced around, searching for any signs that there might have been an attack. With nothing found, he took a cautious step forward, only to stop just beyond the coverage of the canopies. With his quest temporarily abandoned, he took a few more steps towards the wolf, slowly inching closer and closer. “Uh…” his voice trailed off, hesitant. “You okay?” It was all he could think to say—or ask, rather.

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