Dragoncrest Cliffs the stars are blazing

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It took more concentration than it should have for him to maintain a relaxed stance, knowing that it was necessary to not raise himself in any way that might cause offense. It was not Blackfeather, he could not hide behind his father, and he could not afford to be sent away from the coastal pack; there was nowhere else for him to go, and he couldn’t stand the thought of being forced away from Kendra. He kept his tail down, allowing it to rest against his thighs, whilst the rest of his body was kept neutral. Working around his concentration granted him the ability to hear the woman speak, as well as understand her words, though he remained at a loss when it came to creating a response. A part of him wanted to leave—a minuscule portion even made him consider returning to the woods, where he needn’t worry about things such as how he stood or spoke—but he forced his legs to keep still, rather than carry him away.

In his youth, Alexander had been bolder, and perhaps that part of him still existed somewhere deep inside. If there was any chance at channeling it, he wanted to try, and so he once again spoke, asking, “How’d you aggravate them?” He kept telling himself that he wasn’t actually curious, but he couldn’t help but continue to wonder about the various possibilities anyways.

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