Otatso Wetlands das himmlische leben

eats my own timeline & frantically snatches this

Why was Alarian so far from Bracken Sanctuary again? Wasn't he supposed to be apprehending a dog & talking about bears today? Apparently not. The Governor had no real reason to be this far out, but he was, and realistic timelines be damned.
Regrets regarding his life decisions hung heavy around him; particularly the one to leave his warm, safe home for this. The land was best describe as swampy. Dimly lit, wet and slimy with mud— gross! Vaguely he recalled being here before, briefly. It had been during the journey with Lennon— with their small group of friends. He tried not to think about that, now.
The task proved easier than he had realized when the breeze brought with it a familiar scent. Alarian would never be caught forgetting the scent and sight of a beautiful stranger; heart skipping a little, he trailed it. The dark figure came into view shortly, lying prone as he had been for most of their last meeting. He stilled, then chuffed, tail swishing a little nervously. Was he hurt again? Maybe this time he'd come home with him; a little weirdly, Ali thought he'd take much better care of the beautiful man than whatever pack he was in now. If he was even in it still— this was quite far from where they had last met, now that he thought about it.