Stone Circle And I end the story that we didn’t even get to start

Wounded no longer and better off than before, the spring brought with it the strength to keep going. Alexander mostly kept to himself, avoiding those of no relation and hardly paying even his family much mind; he had a task in mind, something he needed to do to be at peace. To prove words spoken, to reveal himself fully—there was much to do. Eventually, he knew he would need to seek out a meeting with his sister but, for the time being, his mind was preoccupied.

Moving through the territory, Xan was hardly into the outskirts when he was off, shooting forth after a hare; it zigged and zagged and he followed after, stopping only when it was limp between his jaws. The part of him that remembered starving, remembered the famine, wanted nothing more than to devour it right then and there. But the albino resisted and, instead, turned his attention towards @Laurel, who he started at a steady trot to find.