Deepwood Weald the thread where alarian finally fucking dies

@Moath come eat me pls

He's wandering the borders today, marking idly in an attempt to at least seem like he's pulling his weight. Though he doubts anyone will really be complaining, he hates the idea that his place here is entirely dependent on Midar. It sort of is, but he wants to be able to tell himself otherwise. He's still feeling rather intimidated by pretty much everyone except Moira and Nyx, so socializing is out of the question. He tries to hunt when he can, but truth be told, the cold weather makes his bad leg hurt — so here he is. Patrolling. Pretending he could actually be useful if there was an intruder at the borders. He pauses to mark at a tree, wondering what Midar is up to right now; they aren't apart often, but it seems his lover crosses his mind every few minutes when they are, and sometimes it drives him a little crazy. He really needs a life beyond his mate... but he's not sure if that's going to happen any time soon.