Broken Boulder down in new orleans

Alarian was at the borders when he heard the call, refreshing them dutifully as he felt a bit more lively today. He wasn't certain why. Lennon's apparent absence was weighing heavily on him-- he still thought the man's scent was fresh enough that he was near, but the boy had not seen him in some time.
This should have been soul-crushing. It was, at first. But their thus-far-short relationship seemed to have fizzled already; a firework in the night, leaving his ears ringing and his vision blurry but otherwise no worse for it. Maybe Ali was simply too broken already to feel it much.
Whatever the reason, the boy was cheerful as he came up behind Korei just in time to hear the stranger's last sentence, and the latter's response. He gave her a gentle, half-playful nudge, but his eyes were fixed on the stranger.
Hello. I'm Alarian. He offered when Korei had finished, dipping his head slightly in greeting. It seemed now was finally his chance to use the official title he had given himself. Exciting. I'm the Governor of The Bracken Sanctuary.
The boy's tail swished behind him as he fixed the stranger with an inquisitive but friendly gaze. Unfortunately he had been too late to hear her name or her pack's name, so he waited expectantly for the information, entirely unaware that it had been given already.