One day I'll know how far I'll go

He was gradually beginning to feel hopeful about Celestial’s recovery. And even more so as he heard the howl at the borders. He gave the border a last application of scent and turned, loping easily toward the call and slowing as he drew within sight of the stranger. For a second, he almost thought it was the Viking female, Katja, who had come and rather ungraciously marked Celestial’s borders, years ago.

But no, once he was closer, he saw immediately that this was a male, and the markings varied away from the northern woman’s. The voice had been wrong, too, he realized. He greeted the male with an easy smile, drawing near as he greeted him.

“Good day; my name is Regulus Adravendi, Archangel of Celestial. What brings you to our borders?” Our, used to encompass the whole of the pack, not as a royal ‘we’. He’d already taken in the male’s build, noting the slim build. Perhaps he’d gain a hunter tonight? Or a fighter? The male had no scent of a pack on his coat that he could smell on the breeze. He did smell healthy. Which was a good thing