The comfort of a familiar face

Regulus was taking a break from patrol to see if he couldn't find some herbs to bring back for Zuriel and Kavdaya. So far, he'd found a good haul; mint, yarrow, a bit of marsh mallow root. Kavdaya had said they were good for teething pups. They didn't have any pups in the pack at the moment, but he'd caught the glances his mother had been casting toward his father, and he was well aware of the changes in her scent. So, maybe he'd have more little brothers and sisters come Autumn. That would be perfectly fine with him!

His jaws were gently wrapped around his finds as he ghosted along through the marsh, wilderness craft in use. His paws were lowered carefully, intuitively finding the quietest, softest places to settle, and if he's been white instead of vibrant red, he could have been mistaken for a ghost in the heavy fog that was rolling in. Summer or not, this place seemed untouched for the most part by the dry weather of the west. It was a peaceful place, and he liked it.

He stopped abruptly, one paw raised like a pointer hound's, as fast, small pawsteps raced past. Were those Ganja's? Sounded tiny enough. Why would Ganja be running like a madwoman through the moor, though? He followed at a distance, taking his time to pick his way along a path, considering his next move. Ahead, hidden in the mists, the paws stopped.

Regulus continued on, stopping just outside the ring of standing stones, fathomless sapphires roving the monoliths before trailing to the center and landing on a small figure. His nose was full of mint, yarrow, and mallow, so he couldn't catch her scent all that well, but she looked kinda familiar. Brown and cream, though her face was away from him so he didn't catch that detail quite yet.

He lowered his bundle of herbs to the ground, circling silently around the tiny female, wanting a better look. Oh, hey... He knew that face. But the last time he's seen her, she was an excited, happy, bubbly pup, but still instilled wit the politeness of her parents. Her name was a memorable one. And he'd nearly stepped on her. "Luck?" She looked distressed, upset. His baritone, accented voice was gentle as a result.

Regulus ventured forward a few steps, unconsciously still setting his paws down silently, though at this close a proximity, there was the faintest thud and rustle of weight and foliage.