Broken Boulder youngblood

The boy was restless, wandering as usual-- the difference tonight was that he remained within the territory. Outside the forming borders felt unsafe. He kept to the rocky terrain over the network of caverns the Sanctuary used for dens, not daring to cross the creek though their borders extended past it.
The frequency of his hallucinations had increased recently; it hadn't taken him long to identify them, but the brief period of uncertainty had cost him much already. Alarian's mind was fractured. He tried to ignore it for now, to press the crumbling pieces of his mind together for as long as possible. Bracken Sanctuary needed him. Once they were settled, once things were into a routine, then he could break. And, in the back of his mind he also knew, once someone else was appointed to his newly-formed Senate. Lennon was too absent now for Alarian to lean on him as much as he wished he could. The boy had some ideas, but for now he needed to focus on getting the pack established.
He was staring out over the creek when he heard Lanawyn's approach. For a few beats he ignored it, uncertain of the authenticity of what his senses told him. Ali's desire for company ultimately won out. He turned to face his sister with an expression of uncertainty, but relief flooded his features when he saw she was real. The boy chuffed and leaned in to nose her cheek, tail wagging slowly.