Can You Hear The Drums?

Regulus wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He wanted to fight off the invaders that had so callously claimed the home of an entire family. But his mother had been adamant that he hold fast and follow her to the East. Tornach was large and strong enough to protect the others, and this would be a part of Regulus’ training for the future role of Archangel. So as they came to a stop at tghe borders, he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm his racing heart. His mother must have felt the restless energy in him, because she gave him a gentle nuzzle to the shoulder, and a growled reassurance. He didn’t want to bide his time. He wanted to be out there, tearing into the enemy. It was a new feeling, to be sure.

His mother sang a call for the leader of Abaven, and he went still, ears straining to hear any sound of a reply or an approach. His mother had mentioned the possibility if this wolf having once been a part of Valhalla. Did that mean this wolf would be willing to help? Was Aslan and his little sister Luck okay? That plucky little pup, now homeless. The thought alone was enough to draw a growl from his chest, one quickly stifled by a sharp glance from his mother. So he waited beside her, for whatever relief, or disappointment this leader of Abaven might bring.