Help Is On The Way
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I have father's eyes, Alfred hadn’t talked to Heather since that day at Razor’s grave… but he felt… a bit better since then. Sure it had been wrong of him to assume that she wouldn’t know how deep his bond with Razor went, but it was nice that she recognized it. Recognized how hurt he’d been because of his passing. It didn’t make losing Razor any easier. But Alfred was slowly coming around. Slowly accepting the fact that he was alive and Razor was gone… Razor wouldn’t want him to weep like this. Gods knew that… The brute was grateful for Koron too. Without her he’d have surely lost himself completely…
Alfred was laying outside of his den, ears perked forward as he soaked in the warm spring sun. The snow was melting, thank goodness… and Koron was shedding her winter coat. The small fox had curled up next to him, dozing in the sunlight, but Alfred couldn’t sleep. He’d been near Fiori’s borders lately and could smell a new pack there… a pack that, from what he could tell, his sister was a part of. Did Heather know? Did Lionel know? He frowned, opening his bright blue eyes.
Something had to change. He got to his paws, careful not to disturb Koron as he started off through the Mangroves. He wanted to find his sister… He was sure if he talked to her again, maybe, just maybe, he’d feel a little better than last time. He could tell she wanted him here… didn’t want to lose him… and Alfie respected that. Sure their relationship was strained… but he didn’t blame her. He could only just wonder where she was though...
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