Soul Reflections

The rabbit had been yet another creature that had thought itself beyond danger as soon as it had shot down into its warren, a bunny tail's breadth beyond the vibrant red muzzled jaws that snapped shut a second too late. It hadn't counted on there being a feline in its home, waiting to smack it in the face with a pair of paws, full of claws. So startled had it been, that it had doubled back, forgetting the much greater danger that waited outside. Alas, as the jaws snapped shut over the rabbit's spine, and it squealed in agony and terror, it wasn't given much longer to think of the irony of one's own home no longer being safe.

Regulus carried their kill gaily in his jaws. It wasn't going to be much for the pack, and he had been wanting to explore, in any case, so in all likelihood, he and Cinder would probably eat this rabbit and catch a few others to bring back. His mother was aware of his excursion; he'd checked and received her approval. He wanted to learn more about the surrounding continent, and today was a good day for it. He'd already come across some interesting finds along the way; for instance, there was a pack right next door to Donostrea. The populace of it was small, their leader young. After the initial sniff of the borders to gain the information, he had continued on his way, skirting the border until he crossed the river that led south to the sea and Nephilim Island.

He slowed as the trees caught his attention. Wouldn't his sisters love this? White trees, shrouded in age and mystery. Cinder leapt up onto his back, balancing with practiced ease, large light sapphire eyes gazing up as Regulus crossed under the trees. "N'fheadar cén aois atá siad ..." He mused aloud to the cat in his family's preferred tongue.. Cinder glanced at him, shrugging and answering softly, "Thar a bheith d'aois, ba mhaith liom geall."

Regulus' paws fell lightly, despite his huge size, and he treated the place with a reverence borne of fascination and awe. Ahead, he heard a splash, and his steps, silent on the moss, faltered briefly, before he slipped toward the sound. He paused as he reached the stones; they were much like the ones on Druid's Moor. From within their circle, he could hear paws circling, their steps seeming agitated. A glance was cast back to the cat on his back, browpoints lifting slightly. She shrugged, and he nodded, taking the last few steps to bring himself between two of the monolithic stones.

His fathomless sapphire gaze fell immediately to the most active feature, that of the female pacing, agitation clear in her posture, and her hackles, raised as they were. She was made of greys, her eyes the brightest point of her features other than the white markings. Judging by her scent, she was older than himself, though by only a year, if his nose was correct. And her agitation seemed to center around the pool. His eyes lowered to it, ears perking slightly as a creature left a glowing trail in its wake. No doubt about it, Baine would love this.

His eyes lifted back to the agitated female as he wondered if he should wait for her to note his presence, leave, or address her. It would probably not be a good idea to startle an upset stranger by being there when they looked up, rather then greeting them. So he cleared his throat, offering a baritone woof, friendly, but respectful. "Good day." His words were accented with a faint measure of something Swedish, but mostly English and Irish in healthy amounts. Sophisticated, gentle, and polite. The thought did occur to him, at the back of his mind... If she was this agitated by glowy water, what would seeing a bright red, huge wolf like himself do for the woman?