Fairspell Meadow They're getting close but we don't care

Chest still moving quickly from his outburst, he lifted his gaze and scanned the area to ensure no one actually had seen him. Movement made him freeze, though, violet gaze glued to the retreating form of a young wolf. Something abut it looked familiar, and it was then that he realized who it was. Damien's son, the one who took every opportunity to wear on his nerves when they were all still together. He immediately began to move towards him. He had many questions for the boy, most importantly, why was he here with his father's enemies. You. The word was low and authoritative. He would have used his name, but he couldn't remember it right then. Stop, the beast demanded. We need to talk. He had been preoccupied since joining, mostly with trying to heal and trying to forget how empty he was inside without Alarian. But when he saw Damien's progeny at the pack meeting, he had been reminded of all the things he wanted to ask the boy. He would have sought him out eventually, but he was here now, so Midar wouldn't wast the opportunity.