Please Don't Hate Me For What I've Done

Regulus gave a soft sigh as he crossed the Plains, ears flicking to catch any sounds of activity within his territory. Some of the heartache had eased with Solveiga’s return, and it helped to have one of his cousin’s missing children back home. They needed mentors. But the wolves who were educated enough in fighting were aging, and dying. He’d have to take trips to the Field and see if he could find any wolves in search of a home. Wolves who were old enough to be experienced in fighting and hunting.

He wasn’t entirely keen on revisiting the Field, not since the Challenge, but it was necessary, not only to seek out new members, but to keep his own skills honed. He would need to call a meeting soon, as well. Tomorrow, perhaps. His path shifted toward the north east, intending to make his way to the Battlefield. A howl from his younger sister, Rasiel, altered his course, however. It was from within the territory, and she hadn’t been home in a good long time. He was glad to hear that she was alive, but there were still protocols to follow.

A pained sigh slid from his jaws and he threw himself into a long lope toward his sister’s call. As he reached her, he took in the sad, tired form and relented to the big brother side, letting his Alpha’s mask fall aside as he gathered the monochrome female in a hug against his breast. “Here, now, sis. I know it hurts.”