Northstar Vale are you scared to death to live?

Sometimes it seemed life itself didn't really take Alarian seriously, ever— like whatever unknown force had created him was hellbent on making him look like an idiot all the time. But that was ridiculous. There was definitely no higher power conspiring to make him their ultimate buttmonkey. Nope.
With a small huff, he moved to follow his friend. There goes my plan for the day, He feigned disappointment, but only half-heartedly. After a few beats, he cast Delight a curious glance. So— what is Tindómë like?
Perhaps it wasn't the most tactful question— and it was definitely a little out of place. But, well... he still didn't really know shit about shit when it came to packs. Or running one. The Governor tried to mask the sharp eagerness to his gaze as he waited for an answer; if he could get any information at all, it would be worth it. He had forgotten the butterfly already— it wasn't difficult, as it had gone fairly still.