If It Means A Lot To You

He’d been meaning to ask Creed about when he’d like to retire. Since Regulus had a replacement in mind, and felt steady enough to have his Right Wing be his own age, he was ready to let Creed rest and enjoy his twilight years. So he was on his way to Creed’s den when he heard the wolf himself call for him. A grin rolled into place over his features, and he turned, lengthening his stride to an easy, bounding lope, reaching the older male in a short moment.

“I was looking for you, Creed.” He stated cheerfully, bumping his shoulder lightly against the smaller male before taking a seat across from him, tail tapping the ground amiably. “But I’ll let you tell me what you wanted first, in case it’s urgent.” Creed didn’t look like anything was really badly wrong, so Regulus was happy to sit and listen to the older male.