Ready or not

Regulus was delighted to have this patroll with his mother. It was a chance to learn more of what to do as a leader when his time came, and he listened avidly as she told him about his grandmother's time as Alpha, and of Chrysanthe, and what she could remember of Erani's recount of Cairo's leadership. But as they found a scent that wasn't famioliar to him, though covered by Creed's, he frowned, laying his own mark just as thickly as his mother had, though to the side to as to leave her's as the supreme scent.

He kept at her hip as she came upon the small (tiny, to him) female, and Creed's hugely fluffy (how did he survive the heat in that coat?) frame. Regulus gave the female a once over, noting her and acknowledging that she must have the skill to back up her ballsy move on the border. Her call had been imperious, on the verge of rude. Regulus took a place at his mother's left shoulder, effectively flanking her on either side with support, paws falling easily into a practiced stance of readiness as he listened to his mother's polite if veiled warning guised as a greeting.

If it came to a fight, he was all in, and he didn't doubt Creed's readiness to add his teeth.