Broken Boulder dream for me anything, but dream it in color

@Lanawyn
backdated to 3/26

 

The boy's good moods were becoming more frequent, even with Lennon's disappearance. Maybe because of it. It had hurt, but so had his lover's presence, in ways. Now the wound could close. Ali could heal. He was trying to, anyway. Restlessly he lingered near the Bracken Woods, resisting the familiar temptation to roam through them. As much as he loved the forest, he thought more lately about what was good for the pack. His pack. It was still strange to think of it that way.
They were his family, too, though-- and his rank only emphasized his responsibility to them. His responsibility to keep them safe. The boy's eyes turned towards the center of the territory, hesitation slowing his anxious pacing. Determination rose within him. Even if Lennon had shirked this duty, Alarian would not.