Julian

He’s standing by the door, hands folded in his sleeves. Crown still atop his head. You stand across from him, tall, brooding, dressed in your matching ceremonial robes. He made no sound, but he looked small. An alpha, but small. His scent was unreadable, calm. But he was calculating, making a plan in the midst of his stoicism. He was planning to run, he was afraid, but he hid his fear. As soon as you turned, he would run. But you would catch him in this game of hunter and rabbit.