Broken Boulder All my life been a black sheep

exit ali unless someone wants him for something!

Honestly, it wasn't fair. Delight got to have kids and a million visitors— Alarian got to lose loved ones and be someone's questionable rebound fuck. He was more than a little bitter about it. More than a little insecure, too.
He had already gone quiet at his friend's recognition of the pack scent on the stranger; hearing his name fall from Pyro's lips only further soured his mood. It wouldn't have been professional, though, to spill his hurt feelings all over the place. Alarian carefully tucked it away, gaze averting for a few beats to collect himself. Whatever message the guy had for Delight, it wasn't any of his business; it never was.
You're looking at him, He pointed out in a light tone, gesturing to Delight with a slight smile. I'll— let you handle that, then.
Time to go, time to go, time to go. Further into the territory, if no one stopped him, then around and past the borders on another side of Broken Boulder— then all the way out to the Bypass to find someone he thought might actually pay attention to him because what are timelines.