Step Up Or Get Out [Pack Meeting]

Regulus trotted briskly through the Plains, head and tail raised in casual authority, enjoying the warm, sweet scents of the late Spring air. It was midmorning, plenty of time for everyone to be awake and active, and it was time to hold his first official meeting since his mother had stepped down and left him in her place as Archangel. He had a few things to tell the pack, and not all of them were things he enjoyed the idea of saying.

Namely the lack of activity that had continued after both he and his mother had reprimanded the pack for it. Acapella had been nigh on absent lately, and despite her appearance at the borders to greet Luck, that wasn’t enough, family or no. Dagger as well had been rather quiet, but this was due to illness. Surreal had fallen ill again, and this time? He wasn’t sure if she’d pull through. His father had most assuredly stuck by her side, doing what he could, but…

Crucible had been next to absent as well. There were the briefest traces of his scent from time to time, but he had not approached Regulus to tell him what he wished to pursue as a rank, nor had Acapella done so either. Varda had been failing in her duties lately, and while he could understand her heartache being the cause, he needed to put his paw down. In all, the most activity he’d seen was from himself, Creed, Faite, Castiel, Solveiga, Kavdaya and Rasiel. Kieryn was sick as well, perhaps having caught what their mother had, and Laisren had been slowing down a bit, too since the three had snuck out one night.

A frown creased his brow points and a brief sigh fluttered past his lips before he forced himself to look upon the bright things. Solveiga had come into the pack, a much needed healer. She was intelligent, innovative, and sweet tempered, if shy, and she was easy to get along with. Abaven would remain friendly to Celestial, an ally. And there were a few new laws he wanted to announce, as well as a rewording of one or two. Summer would be arriving in no time, with it coming his siblings’ first, second, and fourth birthdays. He was almost four. That in itself wasn’t as alarming to him as it may have been to some. He didn’t feel old in the slightest.

He leapt smoothly onto the boulder, tossing his head back and uttering a commanding call to the pack, ushering them to make haste and attend. His siblings were included in the call, though Kieryn he didn’t expect to be seen. His mother would be too ill to attend, and again that worry niggled at his mind.

Slowly, his haunches lowered to the stone, and he watched the plains, waiting for the arrival of the pack.