I'm Going Viral

He was well used to the doubletakes he got from wolves who hadn’t met him. He was huge, and brightly colored. Granted, he’d seen some even more fascinatingly colored pelts in his relatively short lifetime, but he was still among those that were completely unnaturally shaded. Bright as a cardinal, red as blood. He’d never met his great Uncle Maverick. Even his grandmother had only met him perhaps three times; once as Epiphron was wed to him, second as they birthed their first litter in Seracia as King and Queen, and perhaps a third time when Erani had gone to relay the sad news of Cairo’s death.

He didn’t miss the sudden interest at his surname, however. That was out of the norm. Had she known his mother? His grandmother? Had her paths crossed with Faite? Or Zuriel? Or one of his other siblings, perhaps? His head cocked at her question. He forestalled his response with silence, allowing her to introduce herself. Ahhh, that surname was familiar, certainly. A broad grin parted his carmine jaws, ears planning to the side in delight. “We’re cousins, then! My mother is- well, she was Surreal Adravendi. My grandmother was Erani Adravendi.” He faltered briefly at the tense of present over past, his grin dimming slightly as he spoke. That was a pain he was unlikely to heal completely from any time soon… if ever.

He smiled down at the older woman, his cousin, as he sat back. “Celestial was founded by my mother, Surreal, three years ago; four years this upcoming late winter. This lake is our secondary holding, and Vericona Plains is our main territory. We welcome able bodied wolves willing to work together to sustain the vitality of the pack, and prefer to avoid conflict with other packs, unless one of those under attack is an ally.“ He paused, eyes finding her lighter blue gaze, questioning silently if she wished to hear more, or voice her own questions.