Broken Boulder if there were any more left of me, i'd give it to you

heeeeeeeeeeeere's JOHNNY

He didn't want to be apart from Alarian. It was as if he were reclaiming all the minutes, all the little moments, that he had missed out on while they were separated. So when he didn't find him at Broken Boulder, and discovered his scent meandering away, he followed it, coming across a flowering meadow, an oasis in an already beautiful territory.

It was much like Sunfil Grove--at least one part of it--and Zamael padded through the flowers a little reverently, watching the butterflies flutter and feast. He found Alarian easily enough, and gave him a chuff, the ever-ready smile coming to his face as he sat down next to his brother. . .the only wolf that ever really merited his smiles.

"This is nice," he remarked, fiery eyes casting round the meadow. "Pretty. How you feeling?" he asked, thinking of Alarian's appetite problems.