Broken Boulder daydream believer

He wasn't far when he heard the call, but Alarian was late nonetheless; he had been collecting herbs in the woods nearby, and passed the meeting place entirely in a hurry to store them in his den. Though he had always been fleet of foot, his limp slowed him considerably. He arrived slightly breathless and clouded in the thick, sweet scent of the herbs he had been collecting.
Paradise Garden was as beautiful as ever, colorful and swarming with butterflies. He took a moment to breathe in the smell of wildflowers around him, casting a curious glance towards Lily. Many of their packmates had already assembled; briefly a feeling of inadequacy flashed through him. Alarian's gaze drifted then to the bone at her feet. Curiosity ultimately overruled all other emotion, so he sat and waited to see what his friend had in mind.