Broken Boulder may it never leave you to sleep in the stone

The Governor had withdrawn into himself, but he knew now he could no longer hide his physical presence; Bracken Sanctuary needed more than a shell of a leader. Delight seemed less present than he was— he had not seen his friend since their arrival. So, figuring he wouldn't get the help he needed there, Alarian resolved to continue on as if he was the sole leader. Delight could just sit and look pretty. It was admittedly a little disappointing, though; he had half-expected the other leader would walk in, tell him everything he was doing wrong, and he'd fix it. And they'd be a proper pack. Or something.
In the absence of any real direction, Alarian sought another of his packmates. He hadn't spoken directly to @Horosk, or even laid eyes on the male yet— which probably wasn't great, given he was supposed to be the leader. The boy trailed his scent slowly, a little reluctant to go through the whole first introduction thing but unwilling to admit it to himself. He would just suck it up and say hi and hopefully drop dead on the spot.