Northstar Vale are you scared to death to live?

dated to 4/28, tags for visibility

The Governor had left the day of the pack hunt, seeking @Lanawyn to tell her of his plans before he departed; he didn't dare approach @Lily. The itch to run had become too much again, and selfishly Alarian wanted to heed the call at least partially. His restless feet took him west. Before long, his thoughts had turned to those he had met the first time he had come this way. The dark, injured male came to mind first— but more dominant was the memory of meeting @Delight.
Ali had, of course, been doing his best to not think about that, at least for a bit. The moon-eyed boy lived too far— was in love with another— and Alarian was never meant to be that anyway. Time and hard-won suppression of such things had softened whatever weird crush he had developed during their first meeting, though. Ultimately, that was the reason he sought Delight now; he felt momentarily safe from anything irrational and dumb. So, y'know, throw yourself straight into the fire, Ali.
He wasn't actually certain he was in the right place at first, but the scent markers tipped him off. A small pack, he thought, noting that some scents in particular were stale— but not Delight's, which brought him relief. The boy lingered around the borders, pacing for a few beats. Ali remembered well the invitation extended to him, but some part of him worried anyway. Would his visit be well-received? But— he supposed it would be a thousand times worse to be caught lurking at their borders like a weirdo. He tilted his muzzle skyward and howled for Delight, hoping he was around today. After all, they had both been away from home when they had met.