This Time For Sure! [Regulus]

He’d decided to make a patrol before setting out to explore beyond the borders to the north a bit. He was dropping the last of a bag of stones he’d carried along when a howl up ahead broke upon his ears. Admittedly, the abrupt song made him jump a little, having been deep in thought over pack affairs.

It wasn’t a voice he knew, so he gave the border a last squirt and trotted forward, ears perking. He slowed as he drew nearer, letting the mist mask his approach and peering ahead, trying to catch sight of the other wolf and assess the stranger. He never could resist playing with the mist and practicing his approach in the moor. So, he lowered himself a bit deeper into the fog, gliding forward until he felt he could stride out of it in front of the young male that had called out.

Fathomless sapphires gazed down at the young fellow as he straightened to his full height and approached, looking every bit the regal king with the mist swirling around him. A smile crossed his features as he took in the well-built frame that spoke of strength. If this fellow was looking to join as a fighter, he certainly had the heft and size to make a good fighter. He was an inch taller than what seemed to be the natural average of the two continents, with simple if pleasant markings.

Finally, Regulus spoke, greeting the fellow with warm neutrality. “Welcome to the borders of Celestial. I’m Regulus Adravendi, Archangel – or leader – of the pack. How can I help you?” His overall posture was friendly, despite the regal grandeur of his arrival. There even glinted a hint of amusement in those eyes, at his own expense as he ran over his approach in his mind and wondered if it actually looked as interesting as he’d hoped, or if the young fellow had just watched a grown male sneaking through the fog like a pup creeping up on their mentors.

Outwardly, he had pulled off the regal, stately approach, but the mental image was hilarious.