we carry on
The two walked side by side away from the area, leaving the mist and heather behind as they made their way toward the border of Celestial. Her mind wandered as she thought about what the territory might look like. She envisioned it being very beautiful. Her attention turned back to the crimson male as he began telling her of some of the members in the pack. His youngest sister Báine who was an albino, a pretty little lady, he said. Solveiga smiled at his description and continued to listen as he mentioned a couple of healers as well, Zuriel and Falk, the latter of which was his father. She hummed softly to let him know that she was listening, and after that he launched into an explanations of a few rules she would need to know.
She listened closely and absorbed every word. Regulus was the law and was to be obeyed, he made rules and delivered punishments when those rules were broken. Solveiga did not think this would ever be an issue for her; she respected the man a lot already and would never want to disobey him. And she wasn't exactly the type to cause trouble anyway. She kept listening, a gentle smile on her lips as her new alpha told her that any pack meetings called by him, by his secondary, or by any future betas — which Celestial called Right Wing and Shields, respectively, and she committed that to memory as well — would be mandatory. She nodded immediately. "I'll always be as punctual as I can, I promise," she said with a light wag of her tail. All of this was very exciting to her. She would be grateful to have some routine in her life again, to have someone ruling over her. She was a dependent creature, it was in her nature. This would do her some good.
Rule three pertained mostly to the fighting ranks, but she listened attentively anyway. Next he told her the protocol members of Celestial were to follow when dealing with trespassers. This part made her a bit nervous; she wanted to be able to protect her new pack to the best of her ability, but the little sand colored woman wasn't exactly the intimidating type. "I'll try my best," Solveiga said meekly. "If something like that should happen, I'll call for help right away. I'm not really much for fighting." This she said as if it were a confession. Of course, Regulus could probably tell at a glance that she was not a fighter. But still, she hoped that the knowledge did not make him disappointed in her. After a moment he gave her a sidelong glance and she met his eyes with a nod and another shy smile.
"Yes," she replied. "You can continue whenever you'd like, I'm still listening." Up ahead, something was different. It at first made her wary and she paused for a moment in her stride, only to remind herself that it was the pack border, which she normally would have avoided but this time would not. This was her pack border. She was not trespassing, she was a member with the alpha himself at her side. She took a deep breath, let it out, and continued across the line.
-exit Solveiga, continue inside pack territory-
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