Broken Boulder All my life been a black sheep

If this was another acquaintance of Delight's, Alarian was pretty much ready to quit as Governor. Nonetheless he was prompt in answering the border call, though exhaustion and his limp slowed him somewhat. He was met with a more welcome sight than the last two— a guy. A hot guy.
He approached with a warm smile, trying and failing to not allow his gaze to linger too long. Pretty eyes, too— ah, hell. Of all the things, that should have been the last on his mind. Hello, Alarian called to him, tail swishing as he prepared his standard Pretend-I'm-A-Normal-Leader speech. Welcome to the Bracken Sanctuary. I'm the Governor, Alarian. Is there anything I can do for you?