Walk my Days on a Wire

After Avacyn had called off their betrothal Albion had reclused himself and wandered off from Elysium. He hadn’t mentioned his absence to anyone, though he had never meant to be away for so long. Still, it felt appropriate, he hadn’t quite wanted to be near Avacyn, but he hadn’t wanted to leave the pack altogether either. He had given a vow after all. Albion hadn’t gone very far, but he was far enough that he could be alone while close enough that he could return at a moment’s notice.

His pale form was laid up on a large boulder, a stark contrast to the dark bark of the redbud trees and the blossoming magenta flowers. He was silent as usual, never having been a man of many words nor one to be boastful about his presence. An unforeseen blessing when his mismatched ears swiveled at the sound of paw steps approaching. He turned his head to find the lithe form of Avacyn trotting easily down the trail. She didn’t look like she had seen him yet, and he doubted that she was searching for him either.

Albion cleared his throat slightly to alert her to his presence, but he didn’t go out of his way to meet her.

"Albion Baskara Klien"