Broken Boulder aaaaaaaaaaa

set sometime after the queenie thread and sometime before the aditya thread :^)

There was a difficult conversation ahead, and as usual Alarian was doing his best to avoid it— or at least put it off for as long as possible. He couldn't imagine how to approach the subject with his friend, if it was approachable at all; he just couldn't deal with Queenie any more, either. But he was expected to deal with it, wasn't he? At least by @Delight.
Reluctantly, he dragged himself from the safety of his den and settled on the ground just outside of it, knowing he had to get some fresh air at some point or he'd go crazy. It'd been difficult to leave since the fight— since Queenie had threatened to overthrow him, since seeing her indifference towards her own children. He wasn't scared of her; more accurately, he wasn't scared of possibly being hurt or killed if things went awry. He was scared of actions he could not take back— scared of ruining his friendship with Delight. And he knew if she made the threat again, or if he had to see the pups being neglected again—
He sighed and laid his head on his paws, wondering if it'd even crossed his friend's mind that this could easily escalate too far. It already had, really; if not for Delight, things would have been far, far messier with Queenie. Alarian snorted then, thinking that, well, that was the thing— if not for Delight, none of this would be happening. There wouldn't be pups to neglect, and there wouldn't be a crazy bitch threatening to overthrow him— and he wouldn't be too fucking smitten with said bitch's baby daddy to kick her out and keep the pups.
Oh, he wanted to, though— more than anything else.