When Times Change

Slowly, he was healing. Not his physical wounds, but his emotional ones. The physical injuries sustained in the Challenge had long since healed, and he’d been left with a mild, almost unnoticeable limp to his gait. He had his friend, Solveiga, to help him. He was just about ready to start nipping tails into action, starting with a meeting to assess the numbers of the pack, and where they needed to expand. Right now, he judged they were small, with mostly yearlings that barely had training, pups he hadn’t yet met personally, and a few adults. Not enough.

There had been deaths. Wolves had gone missing, or left with Faite. A low huff left his jaws and he paused, scanning the surroundings. He’d heard his younger brother call a hunt. With how quiet it was, had Laisren even gotten any response among the rest of the pack? At the time, Regulus had been lost in a haze. It was cleared now, enough that he could work.

His Uncle’s howl turned his head the other way, and he broke into a quick trot, necklace jingling softly against his breast. It didn’t take him long to come upon his mother’s littermate. The only remaining member of the single litter his grandmother had borne to the grandfather she had hardly spoken of. Regulus’ gaze was curious as he approached his uncle, settling on his haunches before him. “Uncle? You called?”