3/24/2025, 1:00 AM
The hare had kept his distance from Avon since the separation of Fable and Archon, tensions had been high and as a recently proclaimed Shakti-vaes his support had shifted its focus onto Archon. Especially with Lylith; his attacker, being welcome into Avon's grounds, the fae had not returned since her arrival. And now, with his brother cast out of the pack Sycamore had followed, keeping to the edges and minding his own, abandoning his garden in the process to wither in its neglect and his burrow.
There was a certain level of exposure that came with being on his own again, and a settling deep in his chest that in the end ─ he would always wind up solitary. As nature intended. He was not a wolf, despite how he tried to fit in among them. Large ears twitched, sighing as he huddled against a tree near the sound of the flowing river keeping his awareness higher than it had needed to be in so long.
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