Can You Feel My Heart?

His path had taken him from the final round of his morning patrol – a solo patrol, in this case – and to the northeast. It was high time he started perusing the Battlefield for any lone wolves who might be seeking a home where they had wolves to befriend, and a purpose to strive for. His pack needed adult fighters, not to mention hunters.

His talk with Leo had been a refreshing one; it wasn’t often he got to catch up with his cousins on the eastern coast, and it had helped ease some more of that ache in his chest that remained after all the losses. Despite the chat with Leo, however, he still intended to take Baine with him to visit Fiori; the mileage would do his little sister good, and it was a chance for them to get some quality time.

His thoughts snapped away from these musings as a truly heart wrenching song of emotional agony was borne across the field on the wind, lifting his head and perking his ears. His head cocked, before he picked up his trot again, arcing his path to find the sad one.

His steps slowed as he caught sight of a rainbow backed female. The same that had been there to support Liar in his challenge for Celestial. His fathomless sapphires swept the surrounding lands, seeking out the exotic male, but he was nowhere to be seen; luckily for the male. It wasn’t a grudge Regulus held against the male, but a call from beyond his mother’s grave that would lead him to rip the exotic male in two if he met him again. Surreal had made him aware of that promise for a reason; just because she was dead, didn’t mean that made the promise null and void.

So why was this lady, noticeably less pregnant than the last time he’d seen her, here crying a lament to the skies? He gave a decisive flick of his heavy tail and strode forward, ensuring that his posture held no threat. It wasn’t her that he had any issue with. He circled around to stand before her, about ten feet away, those rich sapphire eyes taking in the retched expression on her face, the tears, and the anguish in her frame.

Finally, after looking her over, he spoke, tone neutral. “Why do you cry so, Lady?” The term ‘lady’ wasn’t voiced in the derogatory manner of some young generations, instead carrying the note of respect voiced in a title given to a woman of respect. He didn’t know her personally, and he wouldn’t treat her ill because of her past affiliations.