The comfort of a familiar face

Despite her initial withdrawal, Luck readily seemed to take the mute offer of comfort Regulus extended to her. As her tiny form curled against his side, he tightened his frame gently around hers, tail flicking to cover what he could with it while his front end tucked around, his head aiming to rest lightly over her. A sort of full body hug, if you will. He had curled like this around his little sister when she was still a tiny pup, whenever his mother decided to take a break from nursing her second brood and take a walk, or a drink in the ravine. Someday, he'd probably do the same for his own kids.

It heartened him a bit to feel her tail respond to the mention of her sister, and he answered easily; "My mother offered a home to any former Threar wolf, Destruction or no, that needs a home. Varda was one of them, Miksa's another. If you came to stay, I think that would help Varda feel more at home, too. And of course it's okay. I think she's maybe thinking her family's all gone." Whether Luck would accept the offer he extended on behalf of his mother or not would remain to be seen.

He listened to her story, his ears planing out to the sides as she spoke of Bacchus, and about the purple female. He remembered, seeing a purple coat. And a red one, too. But he'd been too busy watching the challenge to really take note; shockingly enough. It wasn't too often that he saw others of unnatural coloring, though after meeting Mithras, he was pretty sure no one could come close to the Argead leader and his kin, though Regulus could only guess at the spectacularity of their coats.

He wasn't sure how to answer the raw emotions he heard in Luck's voice, but as she broke down, though clearly not meaning to, he tightened his curl in an attempt to comfort and bolster her. "Does Bacchus know his... friend.. treats you like this? As for healing... Well, I could always ask our Master Healer and my mother if helping would be okay. Bacchus being the one who tried to Challenge for our family's pack... But My grandmother would help, if she were still alive. And that's something that my mother tries to emulate. But if he knows and still lets his friend treat you badly... Is he worth your pain?"

His jaws shut with a click. Gods that sounded callous of him. He hadn't quite meant to voice that last thought aloud; it had more or less slipped - big surprise - but now that it was out, he reiterated. "Meaning is he worth your time, not is he worth having his life saved. I think he has family in Fiori, as well. One of the wolves there, a female, looked a bit like him, if in coloring, and she looked..." His tongue clicked against his teeth, a habit unknowingly inherited from his long passed grandfather, Nova, as he thought over the expressions he'd read on the woman's face. "Conflicted?"

He turned back to the matter of her family, something he hoped would help lighten the mood. "Have you checked out Abaven? There's a Destruction there, Bass. He's the leader there. Maybe some of your family migrated there. Mother wants to go see if that's the case. Your parents and she were friendly."