Broken Boulder let that music play you through the pain

When the call rang out, he dragged himself from his den reluctantly to answer it. He moved slowly, praying no one saw him, and that if they did, he didn't look as bad as he felt. The day was fading away slowly; he had hoped to wait it out entirely in the seclusion of his den. It seemed that wasn't meant to be.
She was red, and slim, he noticed upon approaching her. Alarian chuffed, tail swishing tiredly as he closed the distance between them. Younger than himself— beautiful, in the distant way women often were in his eyes. Welcome to the Bracken Sanctuary, Even his voice sounded tired; he blinked a few times, trying to clear the lethargic fog from around him. I'm Alarian, the Governor. Is there anything I can do for you?