Northstar Vale and the walls kept tumbling down

The Vale felt suffocating.
Each passing day brought further agitation to the Governor. He masked it well when @Delight was around, and could sometimes almost forget the feeling entirely in the other's presence; it festered in the background nonetheless. Lanawyn's brief appearance had only fuelled the flame. Of course he understood that she had to go back, tell the others, keep things in order, but— it hurt anyway. He couldn't shake the inexplicable feeling of abandonment.
Alarian paced anxiously, barely within Tindómë's borders and fighting a crushing jumble of emotions. He wondered bitterly about his packmates, thinking that it was much quieter here. Never again would he complain about that back home. His jaw tightened a bit. Fresh agitation coursed through him, lighting his limbs with restless energy; he needed to go home. He needed to go home. He needed to go home. Ugh!
The boy stopped suddenly, tail flicking like a pissed off cat. Had there been a cup to shove off the table, he would have done so gleefully. Unfortunately, Alarian would never experience that joy; instead, he put his nose to the ground and sullenly looked for his friend. He could use the company, he thought— well, Delight's company in particular, but shhh.