Broken Boulder although i never mastered anything

@Steele

This time, he actually was patrolling the borders. With the Sanctuary at capacity, he was admittedly a little on edge; Runion was still out there, and a large pack was sure to attract some attention. If his brother came investigating (surely he would need a pack, too, aside from looking for his littermates?), Alarian knew someone was bound to get hurt.
And, if he was honest, it gave him some sense of control over the situation. Right now he was pretty sure he had zero control. The Sanctuary was incredibly laid back, and as a small pack that had never been an issue. Now, he wondered if he should be harsher. Would anyone even take him seriously? He wasn't even sure how far he'd go to be taken seriously.
He didn't really want to think about it.
So he paced lazily along the borders, finding himself less bothered by what seemed to be a permanent limp now. Alarian was still fairly self-conscious about it, but physically he hardly noticed it anymore. Well, aside from the fact that he was slower than pond water now.